The Ones in the Dark

Do you ever think someone is watching you from inside the darkness? Well that’s the thing because you never know who is there just looking at your every move seeing what you’re doing. Are you ever afraid of the dark? Some people are but the thing is that they aren’t afraid of the dark, they are afraid of what’s in it.

Later that night I walked into the kitchen because I was hungry and needed something to eat and so I walked towards the fridge and opened it, I could feel the coldness of the fridge coming towards my skin. My eyes skimmed at the fridge seeing if there was something good to eat until I felt the hairs on my neck go up and so I slowly turned around because it had felt like someone was watching me and out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow girl that ran into the dark and I felt scared but also confused. I hurriedly ran back to my room not looking into the darkness because I was afraid I might see it again and I surely did not want that at all.

There was a reason why this was happening and it was because my grandpa passed away a few years ago in our kitchen. When my grandma told me I could have his room, I was delighted. My grandpa and I were inseparable and being able to sleep in his room made me feel closer to him. Little did I know, the ones in the dark would keep me awake at night. It was 3:00 A.M. on a Saturday night. I couldn’t sleep. Don’t ask me why, but I was full of energy and felt like dancing and singing. I blasted the music on my grandma’s old boom box and twirled around my room until I got dizzy. Then the music stopped. I figured the CD was scratched, so I went to check on it. To my surprise, it was unplugged. I thought to myself, “That’s weird…” I plugged it back in, but it wouldn’t turn on. As I banged on the boombox with my hand, I could hear a voice coming out of the boom box. “Tell…me…your….” I couldn’t understand what it was saying and then it became nothing but static. I got up to tell my grandma, but then the voice from the boombox became louder. “Tell me your name!!!” I turned around so fast and started to back up. It had startled me and I had no idea who that was and then I decided to say my name not knowing what was about to happen.

“My name is k-kelsei, what is your name?” I said to the boombox.

The voice in the boombox said, “I do not know my name or where I’m at but it’s dark in here everyone’s just so-”. Suddenly the boombox music came back on and I was just standing there frozen unsure of what to do and so I decided to sleep somewhere else for the night after what happened. The next morning I was carrying some lawn chairs for my grandma and I turned my head and see something all white in broad daylight crawling on all fours and it freaked me out so I threw the chairs at it and took off running outside and not once have I told anyone that because I knew that no one would believe me at all. Every single day of my life I’ve been trying to figure out why it was only happening to me and not the others and I thought to myself “Is it because I’m not afraid?” but then that could be the reason maybe not or what if it was “Maybe because there’s something about me?” but unfortunately I couldn’t figure out why and hoped someday that I would know why it is all happening to me. Maybe I could finally tell someone and they would actually believe me for once.

I’ve been having flashbacks of when I was a little girl, maybe when I was 6 years old? I remember being in this dark scary attic alone seeing these dark figures but it didn’t quite scare me because when I was around 5 years old, I was in my room and there was a rocking chair and a figure was sitting in it rocking back and forth and I was terrified so I screamed and cried for my mom and when the lights had came on no one was there and she just kept saying it was just a nightmare and that nothing was there at all but of course I didn’t believe that one bit.As a kid I was told I was different and not like the other kids which I thought that was a good thing being different and knowing that you are pride because being like everyone is boring and not fun and I supposed that not everyone wants to be like everyone else they kind of just want to be their own person knowing that no one can ever hurt them at all because they won’t stand to let the mean comments or the judgment get in their way of being them..but on the other hand for me it was different. Ever since my grandpa’s passing I let the hate comments and judgment get to me but not anymore because I had friends on the other side that will not deal with those kinds of comments and judgment. Later that night I was in my room trying to get a hold of the voice that was in the boombox but nothing was there so that night I decided to hit the hay and hopefully have a better sleep tonight. Suddenly I woke up on my back with my hand hanging off the bed and I tried to move but I couldn’t. All I could move was my eyes and then I saw a man in the door frame, he was all black and had a top hat on but not a tall top hat but a short one.The man was just staring at me and every time I closed my eyes and then opened them and he got closer and closer and all I could really think was “Who is he” and surely when he got close to my face the lights had come on and I could finally move again. After school I came home and did some research on him and found out that they call him, “The Hat Man” and the article had said everyone around the world has saw him and he so happened to choose me and appear to me and I’ll admit It did scare me to the point where I wouldn’t sleep in my room for weeks.Every Time I was told to get something out of the car when it was night time I would always have someone with me because the darkness is scary every time I got out there alone and I head to go inside I always think someone is watching me so I would run instead of walking and never look back because if you look back you make see someone watching you closely. The ones in the dark do not care about the others in the daylight because they are not worth their time so they feed on the darkness and the fear of little kids. It is kind of like scary movies and there is so much fear involved that sometimes you have to sleep with a night light on so it’s not pitch black.

Have you ever had that time where your laying in bed with your stuff animals and it pitch black and the door is opened and you look at your jacket hanging and you can’t really tell if it is a dark figure or just your jacket and so you hide under your blankets till daytime hoping it would all slowly go away. Many kids didn’t see “Nightmare on Elm Street” because it appeared as terrifying but for me I had watched it and remembered being scared to fall asleep for a whole week but as I got older and I watched “Nightmare on Elm Street” it was a bit scary but not as terrifying as it was when I was a kid because our perspectives in our mind changes as we get older so something may not appear as terrifying anymore.When I think of old houses I think about the vintage ones that people used to live in the year 60s because they were beautiful and now when people think of old houses they think of broken wood that’s torn down and slowly decaying like the titanic and creaky floorboards that make a sound every time you walk on it and they also think it’s haunted but really it’s just an normal old house that people used to live in until they moved or passed onto the other life.The ones in the dark do not care about the others in the daylight because they are not worth their time so they feed on the darkness and the fear of little kids. It is kind of like scary movies and there is so much fear involved that sometimes you have to sleep with a night light on so it’s not pitch black.

Have you ever had that time where your laying in bed with your stuff animals and it pitch black and the door is opened and you look at your jacket hanging and you can’t really tell if it is a dark figure or just your jacket and so you hide under your blankets till daytime hoping it would all slowly go away. Many kids didn’t see “Nightmare on Elm Street” because it appeared as terrifying but for me I had watched it and remembered being scared to fall asleep for a whole week but as I got older and I watched “Nightmare on Elm Street” it was a bit scary but not as terrifying as it was when I was a kid because our perspectives in our mind changes as we get older so something may not appear as terrifying anymore.When I think of old houses I think about the vintage ones that people used to live in the year 60s because they were beautiful and now when people think of old houses they think of broken wood that’s torn down and slowly decaying like the titanic and creaky floorboards that make a sound every time you walk on it and they also think it’s haunted but really it’s just an normal old house that people used to live in until they moved or passed onto the other life. Let’s say that the kids that are afraid of the dark sleep with some sort of light on every night because they wished to not be alone in the darkness because they have no idea what is in there and so they will get scared and want their mom or dad to comfort then but sometimes those kids grow up to not be afraid anymore and face the darkness that once scared them when they was little. Many of people have a deep fear of all kinds of thing and some overcame their fears and some just sit in silence afraid to do it because they do not know what will happen to them because maybe they has seen something bad happen to someone that they may has saw on the internet which would make them more scared but when it come to the darkness they are on their own because they must face what has scared them ever since when the was little. On that one Halloween night where ghouls and goblins come out to have a big fright but little did they know it will not end in a wonderful night at all because everyone will be trick-or-treating while you my friend will be screaming because once it hits the midnight clock the one is the dark with come for you. They have haunted you many many times and you just wanted it to be over with already so you can finally live in peace like the other kids because in reality they are the only ones who aren’t experiencing this like I am. It was cold outside and all the leaves were rolling around as I’m walking in my halloween costume with my trick-or-treat bucket in the dark night with no one outside and I cut towards the grass to head to the playground to swing on this night.

Eventually I arrived to the playground and started to swing slowly as the swing made a creaking sound like old rust on a bikes pedal and I thought I was alone until I heard footsteps behind me and I thought to myself that It was just the leave and then suddenly I turned around and saw a tall shadow man walking towards me and surely enough he was the one that was standing over my bed when I was a kid. I stopped swinging and took off running into the street trying to get away from him while screaming out for help but no one was there and then suddenly I tripped and i turned around and slowly started backing up and he got closer and closer and I knew this was it no one was going to save me now until someone came outside and saw me and he ran towards me after he saw me on the ground hurt and the figure had disappeared.