You made a monster

Have you ever had the feeling that you are never alone in your room? There’s something awake and breathing in the corner, or your closet door starts creaking slowly open, the abysmal void of darkness filling your confined rooms space, it can make you feel like you’re colostraphobic, and you are having a bad episode. Because you feel the an entity that you imagine to be tall, with petrified hands and arms. The eyes are just as bright as a mag flashlight, (like the ones the cops use)? Have you ever been so scared in your life, that you’ve had your entire body twitch, or itch so bad you cry. Where it feels like you’ve rolled in fiberglass, sweat coming from all sides like you’ve been in a sweat lodge for several hours drinking saltwater and that’s it. Your body shaking so hard like you’re outside naked in a blizzard, eating ice cream, and building a snowman with out gloves on. You literally start to cry, hoping you’ll fall asleep, but the tears just won’t let you? Well that night it was something else. My king size bed, tucked into the back of the room, is somewhat comfortable on a normal day, the black sheets becoming nice and warm, somewhere I recognized as my safe place. My entire house has been fine with all this paranormal activity. My parents and I have only seen things once or twice, once a week. That’s pretty good if you ask the ghost geeks. We been living in this house for about 5 years now. My rooms closet is right next to my bed. Then just after the bed is a desk. Passed my desk, was my window all to the right of it. It was to stop all the rain fall upon my stuff. Everything seems so normal during the daytime. Going about our daily activities, pretending that we have no recollection of the previous nights, no sleep and constant misery. There are many nights where I get no sleep at all, hearing things and thoughts of seeing these things around my small room. There is always something going around in there, there’s no helping it. Especially that night. I had just come in a few hours before, really tired, and ready for some sleep for once. I did fall into a deep sleep, and it was a good few hours, until there was a thump that came from somewhere in the room. I was startled awake and jerked myself slightly in the bed, under my thin covers. Where could it have come from? My closet? Under my bed? Maybe the attic? I could never tell these things sounded like it came from a surround sound, so I had to listened closer and wait. Waiting for another source of sound.

2:15 A.M.

Nothing. Nothing no sounds at all. No deep breathing, no scratching sounds, no knocking or banging, no humming or whistling, no noises at all. This was odd, it made no sense. There is always something, some kind of paranormal activity going on in the dark corners of my room. But there I lie waiting in my cushioned but uncomfortable bed. Blankets overlapped over the top of me, nothing but fine linen and fear, and sweat. I lie there shaking and having cold sweats, my mind running wild, thinking whether I should try falling asleep again, or should I get up and go try to sleep downstairs. No.... I thought. I can get through this I always do somehow. So I sat up leaning on my pillows against the wall, placing them under my lower back. I still had the covers over my face, I know that they would offer no protection against anything, but it gave me comfort. Now I’m just waiting there, waiting for something to happen, almost praying for something to happen so this uneasy feeling would end.

2:20 A.M.

There it was… the breathing, and snarling. It kinda quiet this time, unnerving. I was petrified under my blankets, still I couldn’t move I was frozen, except the shaking and shivering uncontrollably. It felt so cold in my room. I know that the heater had just turned on but it should of been warmer in here by now. It wasn’t a normal breathing sound. It was slow and shallow, and deep at the same time...it was creepy. It was like a man was right there. He’d breathe in normally... shallow... but then the exhaling... deep...and it was so ridged and went out in burst. The breathing started to get louder… It was coming from the front of my bed...like someone was standing right there. But all the sudden it moved to the side of my bed...now standing over me. I started to cry, my chin tucked into my chest, my eyes squinted with tears running down my face, and water pooled in a puddle slowly soaking my clothes. The man started to mock me, teasing me. The deep breathing turned into a sobbing just like I was me, mimicking like a parrot, mocking my pain and fear. I still had the covers over my face, I was sobbing, the tears and snot and slobber went into my sweaty palms. I was choked up but I tried to stop, but I didn’t succeed. The man continued to sob ferociously in a demonic violent manner. I had to try to do something, I had to make it through this, but I wasn’t sure if I would. I got a wild thought and the adrenaline kicked in and I kicked the covers off of me... I was ready to fight for my life... I realized when my eyes came into focus that seeing my dimly lit room from the light under my door…there was nothing there... There was nothing, “what the”.... No man... no breathing or sobbing, no scratches…it was just me.

2:30 A.M.

I don’t know… I didn’t understand, I didn’t know what that was. I sat there on my bed. I didn’t have the covers over my face now, the urge to try and protect myself from whatever that was is gone now. I just sat there…thinking to myself “what the”. Am I the monster? Did I create this weird man... Did I make up a man that comes in my room at night? “Why”. Am I losing my mind? There has to be an explanation for all this. Nothing I can think of... Just then... Sobbing and deep breathing started right over me? Help me.... I just want to sleep please... I’ve yearn for dreams of girls and happy times of sunshine and warmth, friends and family. But here I am lying in my cold room and dense bed scared to death soaked with sweat terrified.

2:35 A.M.

I can feel it, I know it’s there… I have that feeling, the feeling you get when someone is staring at you ” that’s how I feel right now”. I tucked myself back under the covers and sat in the corner of the room between the wall and bed. The darkness kinda comforted me, out of sight out of mind. Everything wasn’t that bad under my blankets. I still have the feeling of lingering yellow eyes like someone staring at my helpless little meat sack of a body. I was food for something of a darker evil nature and it was hungry, craving a meal, seasoned with fear. I didn’t know where it was. Where it was going to come from, and that made my skin crawl. I still sat there waiting, I was trying to gain the courage to look up from the covers but that wasn’t happening yet. I was thinking what would happen to me, if I did look out? Would I actually be in danger? Or was I making it all up? Am I paranoid? I had to look…just to make sure. So I looked up past my covers, as I was peering out over them with my hands griping them in a death grip. There... right there I seen a woman on my ceiling She had black hair and a long black dress, yellowish and blood shot eyes. The blood very noticeable in her eyes saying feed me. Her mouth was open with slobber dripping from the fangs. Then I looked closer her jaw was dislocated, and was just hanging off her face, that’s why the drool was just dripping from her mouth. Then I still was looking at her. I noticed her eyes were wide open, staring in to my helpless soul… I could see what she was wearing a little better now. It was an old black night gown, soaked with stains of blood all over it. There was holes everywhere in the dirty gown. Her face was dirty too, the left side of her face covered in a dark tint. It was dripping onto my floor. I couldn’t move I was terrified. I was frozen again. “Wait I thought”...Why can’t I move? I was in a sleep paralysis and only my eyes could move. I was aware of my surroundings, but helpless to move. Then the woman dropped to the floor with a loud crashing sound, she sent something fluid like splashing across the wood floor. You could hear the bones in her arms and legs break upon impact. Her spine cracked. It was so loud, my ears couldn’t take it, it was like someone scraping finger nails across a chalkboard. She sat up, slowly, snapping her arms and legs back into place. Her head cracking sideways strating up. Her jaw was still broken and hanging from her white pale face. She started to take steps towards me. Her head kept jerking back and forth to different shoulders flopping around, i was hearing the snap get louder and louder. My eyes started to water....“What is this”? She reached out her hands, and placed them on my bed. Bending over slightly, drooling all over the foot of my bed. The blood dripped from her face covering my blankets making red splatter spots. She lifted herself up onto the bed, and grabbed me with one hand. The other went on my mouth, and she started to stroke my hair harshly, like she was trying to skin it. She yanked the blankets from me, and lifted up my shirt. Her hands were so cold, and her nails were long. “Oh my God”... I thought. She then started scratching my chest, cutting my skin, splitting me wide open. Blood oozing from my chest. Her hair was wiping it up. Then she leaned in closer to my chest. Her jaw and teeth scraping it, and she was licking my bloody chest.

“Hi.”, she said in a deep voice. Then all the sudden she screams right in my face. I started screaming as well. Then I closed my eyes as tight as I could. Then I flung myself up from my bed, and grabbed my chest. Also grabbing my blankets. I started to breath heavy, and tears flowing from my face like a faucet. I started to screaming and that led to uncontrollable sobbing and moaning. I knew that there was nothing there anymore, it’s like she vanished. I felt my chest, because there was no more pain. I can’t do this anymore, I just can’t... Help me please God, help me... I was thinking nothing can save me but some more sleep.

2:50 A.M.

I slept from there on. But woke from my leg aching. Growing pains. I was still a teen after all, and growing pains were common through puberty. I was calming down a little more, convincing myself that it was all a dream or some a hallucination or something. I sat up and pulled off the blankets, and started to massage my leg. It started to feel better, and everything started to ease with me getting more tired and drowsy. This was such a wild night I thought. I knew I couldn’t take anymore right now. I started to contemplate whether I should go downstairs and sleep on the couch, even though my parents hate that. Because of me having a bed and all. I started to focus on my breathing trying to meditate calming myself while I was rubbing my leg softly. Then remembering what the woman had done making me feel uneasy. Then there was a scratching sound. It was subtle and I thought it was just me, so I ignored it...” There it was again”. I stopped rubbing my leg and started to listen. “Scratch”. It came from my bed… from underneath it. There was something under my bed. I was there frozen, once again, sweating and shivering for the third time tonight. “Why does this keep happening”? I just need to get out of the room, I need to go and get downstairs to try and sleep. That was the first thing that came into my mind. The couch and more lights will be my friends tonight, those are my thoughts at this point. I couldn’t wait for more sleep, I prayed for it. I start to hear someone singing.

“Hear i come, here I am, with more nightmares, I’m here to stay, everyday we can play the same game.

“I love to make all of you scared, fear me or else, I love your smell when it’s hot, melted flesh is the best.

“I’m the monster that you made, and you gave me my name, I’m the monster that is to blame. Can you guess what comes next.

Said a voice from underneath my bed. It was a high pitch voice, and it cracked just like twigs. It sounded like a teenager. “Wait”. That sounds like someone I know.”, I said under my breath in a whisper to myself.

“You’d be right my little friend.”, the voice said. “You’d be right. He said with a sinister laugh.

I couldn’t take this anymore. I need to get up out of the bed, and just run to my door. I’d need to ignore all of the fear and painful thoughts that I had endured through the night, and just run into the hallway upstairs. Yes, that is my plan. It wasn’t a very good one, and I didn’t consider the possible consequences, because I didn’t want to not do it. “I need to do it”, but the continuous scratching and tapping from the person under my bed, made me stop myself. Then I went for it I grabbed my sheet and sat up on the bed. I got up stomping on the hard wood floor and dashed for the door…but a cold wet hand grabbed my leg…I fell flat on my face, and smashed my teeth braking then against the wood. It hurt so bad. I grabbed my face cupping it with both hands, holding my mouth, and flipped over on my back, and then glancing under the bed…“it was another me”… same pajamas and same hair, the same everything... “It was me”... But his eyes were gouged with blood gushing all over the floor… he was holding a knife waving it at me with a gesture of come here. He was smiling from ear to ear, and then he said, “There’s one thing that we all are afraid of, wanna guess, it’s what we hear?... I was smiling at myself now.

3:00 A.M.

And here I am again, in limbo and darkness. It was a deep dark void. In my room the feeling in this space was normal. But this night was just lingering on and on. I slowly start to remember things like I was watching tv. Slowly getting images of me and my life flashing before my eyes. I see the images of me setting firer to my house and killing me and my family. How I locked us in my bedroom together. That’s why I’m haunted, I’m destined to suffer this night. My fear isn’t that of seeing ones self trying to kill or hurt you. Or the reflection of myself like looking in a mirror. It’s that this night is on replay, playing over, and over again and again. It been 65 years that I’ve lived this night, each night I never remember the last, until it’s over. Then I remembered the last 23725 nights. After remembering all of it I’m forced to do it, no matter how hard, or anything I try. I’m forced to go gather my family and lock them in the room and set firer to it. Watching them as the other me die, and I’m laughing at my family as their skin is melting off their bodies. I remember the smell, and I taste the ash from them. Every night, I guess I should go get ready for tonight.

Goodnight you guys sleep well, as long as you can. “Ha ha ha ha”.