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Turn on the Lights

By Gina Sundsby All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Horror

Chapter 1

My apartment is cold as I go to bed. I make a mental note not to leave the window open when I leave tomorrow. As I stare into the mirror I see how tired I look. My skin looks grey in the vague green light emitting from the broken ceiling lamp. I need to get that fixed. I solemnly smear toothpaste on my brush and my gaze return to the mirror. “I need to shower.” I mumble to myself for no reason. My teeth feel grimy. I didn’t brush them yesterday. I was too tired. With a sigh so deep it tears at my vocal cords, I start brushing my teeth with a lazy hand. The motions feel almost unnatural. When I’m done, I brush my hair and stare for another five minutes at my own reflection. I turn off the lights and head down the hallway to my room. Just as I cross the doorstep there is something that makes a sound. I freeze with one foot still touching the bathroom floor. It feels icy cold now. I look up for some reason, and then the sound is there again. It sounds like… something being turned… inside… out. I turn the lights back on and look into the bedroom. The horrible green light use some time to turn on completely. It slowly sheds light on the shapes in the room. But there is nothing there, and I feel a little sick. I turn it back off and walk quickly to my room. In a fit of panic and crawl underneath my blanket and pull it over my head. I curl into a ball and bite my lip so hard it turns blue. I lay there shaking for what seems like an hour. Then my body calms down and I slowly pull down the blanket. The table lamp by my bed is still on, and I look around the room feeling something that resembles agony. The door stands wide open. I can see the pitch black hallway leading down to the living room and bathroom. I stare at it for a long time, considering whether or not to get up and close the door. I can see some light emitting from the living room, casting vague shadows down the hallway. I can barely see the pale wallpaper. Somehow I don’t want to leave the safety of my bed, so I just turn off the table lamp and curl back into a ball. The light from the living room is soothing and I slowly drift off to sleep.

My eyes pop open as I hear the sound again. At first I just lay there staring before me, at the darkness swallowing me whole. Then I turn my gaze at the open door and I swear I can see-

A strangled sob escape my troath and I sit up straight in the bed. My heart hammers hard against my rib cage; threatening to burst my chest open. There is something… there. Without taking my eyes off ‘it’ I turn on the table light. And- there’s nothing. I feel my chest calming down for just a split second, then I turn the light back off. And it’s there again. This time I stare at it in morbid fascination. It… breathes. I turn the light back on, and it’s gone again. I turn it off, and the thing stands there again. It looks like a… a dog. But it’s not a dog. Because I know what a dog looks like and a dog does not stand like that. And even though I can’t see its features, I feel like it’s got a human face. ‘IT’ got… a…. HUMAN FACE.

I quickly pull the blanket over me with the lights still off. All my body parts are covered with the warm safety of the blanket, as if the thing can’t get to me under the thin fabric. And then I hear the rapid footsteps hammering across the floor boards down the hallway. I try to scream as I hear it coming inside my room, but the sound is caught in my troath and all I can do is lay there with my mouth wide open and tears popping from my eyes.

The room is eerily quiet. I listen to even the slightest sound as I wonder if it’s possible to get a heart attack out of fear. Then I feel something on my bed. There is something… above me. I can feel it. The breathing. At the outside of my blanket, there is something breathing. Just outside the safety of my blanket- looking at my face. It can see me. It can feel me. It can hear my heart beating. It feels like I’m going to throw up. My dinner presses its way up my troath, and I have to swallow hard several times before I calm myself down. Then suddenly, I can’t feel the creature anymore. But I remain underneath my blanket; still terrified. I stay like this for another half an hour. Then, something pulls at my leg.

I scream. I can feel… hands? Paws? Claws? I’m not sure- but it’s pulling at my legs; hard. It moves up. It pulls me from my blanket. But I hold on tight, and the blanket remains covering half my body now. Then I feel-

Teeth. It… is…. eating me. It’s eating me down there. Between my legs. It hurts. It hurts. It spreads my legs, and I can feel pain I didn’t know existed. Hard concrete fangs gnawing at my flesh. The bed is slowly turning wet and warm. I can no longer scream, I can just gasp for air behind the blanket; surrounded by darkness and the sloppy sounds. My stomach emits horrible cramps and the grip around my legs tightens as my body starts shaking. I’m going into shock. I make inhuman sounds and twists around; the blanket now suffocating me. It hurts. It fucking hurts.

I open my eyes feeling groggy. I stare into the ceiling which is lit up by daylight now. My body is soaked with sweat as I slowly try to sit up straight. The blanket barely covers me. There is blood- a lot of blood. I’m sitting in a horrible, messy black pool of blood. The stench is sour and metallic. My lips are cracked and shaking. I dig my hand into the mattress; feeling the sticky cold blood and the horrible cramps still shooting trough me. I slowly roll around on my side and reach for my phone. Slowly I dial the number of one of my friends. I take a moment to collect myself before I speak. “Hey. Yeah I know I’m late… I can’t come in today. I got my period.”  

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