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Are you scared?
Chilling Tales for Dark Nights.
Well, here I am, lying in bed, just like any other night. The bathroom light from across
the hall is on because my brother is afraid of the dark. The light seeps through the crack
under the closed door in my, what I wish was, pitch black room. As I begin to doze off,
I feel something brush my shoulder. Assuming it's just the blanket shifting over my figure
as I move, I think nothing of it.
I turn to my side and stare into my closet. I begin to think of everything that had happened
as the day had gone by. That of which includes, of course, arguments that could have been
changed if I had said some things differently.
While dozing off, I feel another brush, only this time I hadn't moved. It couldn't have
been my blanket. In fact, it was on my lower back. Startled by the thought that it may
be a spider or some sort of other crawling creature, I turn around and jump out of bed
while brushing my back and my bed sheets.
I stand up straight and look at my bed to see -- a shadow of a man -- lying just where
I had been lying. I slowly back away from it in disbelief of what I'm seeing, thinking
that my eyes are playing a trick on me, as they usually do in the shadows of the night.
I stand there for a moment, trying to refocus my vision. While trying to do so, I see a
shift. The shift could be from refocusing my vision, so I turn around and open my door.
The light from my bathroom shines into my room, and I return to my bed to reassure myself
that the shadow was just a trick of the eye.
Impossible.
It's still there.
I don't know what to do. This has never happened to me before.
I've often risen from a shadow spook only to open my door and have the truth revealed,
that it was nothing more than a trick played by the darkness.
But this is different.
I'm almost frozen in fear as the smoky shadow approaches me, crawling. I turn around, ready
to run, but my legs are frozen. In fact, my whole body is frozen, except for my head,
which allows me to turn around just enough to see a figure only two feet away from where
I stand now. I turn my head back to face the bathroom and
then look left down the hall to see that my mother's door is still cracked open. I try
to let out a scream, but nothing comes out. It's like I've been muted on a television,
only I reacted to it.
All of a sudden I'm viewing myself from above, as if I'm having an out-of-body experience
of some sort. I watch myself look all around, attempting to scream with no bodily movement.
I see the shadow approach my body and stand up right next to me. It stares down at me
as I struggle, with a menacing grin on its face. It raises its fingers to my throat and
prepares to squeeze, right before I hear a click sound and my eyes open.
The light from the bathroom is off, and I hear my mother's footsteps heading back to
her room.
What's going on?
I've become fully awake, and sigh in relief that it's only just a dream.
I've become completely relaxed...
Until I feel a brush on my lower back.