Remember
when you were a child? When you used to cry to your parents about
there being a monster under your bed? How you used to quiver under
the blankets because you knew that something was watching you from
behind the mirror hanging on the wall?
No? Well, let me refresh your memory.
It’s 8:00pm and your mother has just tucked you in bed. You close your eyes and find that you’re not tired at all. You open your eyes and look around the pitch black room. Nothing.
You close your eyes again and take a couple of deep breaths hoping that maybe that will help you sleep. Nothing.
After a couple of hours you finally fall asleep. You turn on your side and stretch out your leg only to feel something slide past your leg. You quickly pull it towards you and curl up, going back to sleep.
A couple of minutes later you hear the sound of the floor creaking outside. The sound wakes you and you sit up and rub your eyes. You hear the sound of your door slowly opening. You call out your mother’s name, no response.
You see the door opening more; you call again, no response. You see something move in the mirror. You hold your breath and hide under your covers. You shut your eyes and try to keep yourself from making a sound. You reassure everything is going to be okay. You hear footsteps getting closer and closer then, nothing.
You can hear its breathing, you can feel its stare, however it loses interests and you feel it’s presence gone. You wait a few minutes before slowly opening your eyes and revealing yourself from under the covers. You carefully look around. Nothing.
You let out a relieved breath when your eyes wander towards the mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
There it is, staring back at you. Black holes peering back at soft brown ones. A thin bony body hovering above you. You choke a scream and scramble out of bed, before your parents run into your room and turn on the lights. You quiver in the corner of your room, covering your eyes in fear of seeing it there.
Your father reassures you that there’s nothing there, looking around, not forgetting to check under the bed. Your mother comforts you by petting you hair softly. They agree to let you sleep with them. Your mother whispers comforting words as you lay there held by your mother.
You think it’s all over, that it was only your imagination. However as you drift off to sleep you see its eyes staring back at you from the window’s reflection.
No? Well, let me refresh your memory.
It’s 8:00pm and your mother has just tucked you in bed. You close your eyes and find that you’re not tired at all. You open your eyes and look around the pitch black room. Nothing.
You close your eyes again and take a couple of deep breaths hoping that maybe that will help you sleep. Nothing.
After a couple of hours you finally fall asleep. You turn on your side and stretch out your leg only to feel something slide past your leg. You quickly pull it towards you and curl up, going back to sleep.
A couple of minutes later you hear the sound of the floor creaking outside. The sound wakes you and you sit up and rub your eyes. You hear the sound of your door slowly opening. You call out your mother’s name, no response.
You see the door opening more; you call again, no response. You see something move in the mirror. You hold your breath and hide under your covers. You shut your eyes and try to keep yourself from making a sound. You reassure everything is going to be okay. You hear footsteps getting closer and closer then, nothing.
You can hear its breathing, you can feel its stare, however it loses interests and you feel it’s presence gone. You wait a few minutes before slowly opening your eyes and revealing yourself from under the covers. You carefully look around. Nothing.
You let out a relieved breath when your eyes wander towards the mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
There it is, staring back at you. Black holes peering back at soft brown ones. A thin bony body hovering above you. You choke a scream and scramble out of bed, before your parents run into your room and turn on the lights. You quiver in the corner of your room, covering your eyes in fear of seeing it there.
Your father reassures you that there’s nothing there, looking around, not forgetting to check under the bed. Your mother comforts you by petting you hair softly. They agree to let you sleep with them. Your mother whispers comforting words as you lay there held by your mother.
You think it’s all over, that it was only your imagination. However as you drift off to sleep you see its eyes staring back at you from the window’s reflection.
