SOMETHING IN THE DARK


The room was dark. Completely black. No shadows.

No sound except for my breath, and the music pounding over my air pods.

I was alone in the room. So why did it feel like somebody was watching me?

Unease made my stomach curdle.

I turned on the light.

Eyes adjusting as I quickly glanced about the tiny apartment bedroom.

Alone. I was alone.

I turned off the light.

My skin chilled, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rising.

Someone. Something was watching me.

I closed my eyes, and attempted to shake off the sensation.

It was at that moment I caught a glimpse of who was watching me.

Not who. But what.

I froze.

Dread filling me.

A frail elderly woman, with unkempt hair.

My eyes flew open and I reached for the light.

Nothing was there.

I called for Daisy to comfort me.

There were two things I disliked about the paranormal

Women were just as dangerous dead as they were alive.

Children were not cute or adorable and they certainly didn’t play for fun!

How was I supposed to sleep now?

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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