Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5688275-20150707041637

My eyes open as I wake up. Disoriented from the pitch black room I look around. The light from my clock, the only thing piercing the darkness, tells me it’s five in the morning. I throw the warm covers off my body as I sit up. The bodiless whispers of the night speak softly in my ears as the darkness swirls around me. I get up out of bed and hurriedly slice through the dark abyss. My fingers feel around the wall eventually hitting a switch. The lights flicker on illuminating the room.

I still have quite some time before I need to be anywhere but I figure I should get the most out the time I’m awake, so I go and do my daily routine early. I shave, shower, and throw on some clothes. I start walking out into the kitchen and pour myself a large bowl of cereal. It’s the usual cheerios. As I sit here with the sound of my breakfast being crushed by my teeth I can’t help but feel that something is off. It feels as if maybe some unseen watcher is gazing upon me. There’s no way that could be possible. There is no place to watch me from unless you are inside the house. Maybe I’m just tired. I don’t usually wake up this early, although it seems I have been waking up around this time more often than usual, so the off feeling is probably due to my own lack of a good night's sleep.

Once I finished munching on my bowl of cereal I begin to saunter out the door, as I head off to work. My job in retail is as boringly monotonous as ever. To make it worse I swear some of the people keep coming in on an almost daily basis. As I ponder the surprisingly frequent recurrence of customers a man approaches me. He begins viciously yelling at me about one thing or another. What it all comes down to is he wants a refund. “Didn’t you come in here yesterday about this?” I ask myself as I take a look at his receipt. No, that’s probably not it. My lack of sleep must be getting the better of me. He surely wasn’t in here yesterday. Looking at the receipt makes that perfectly clear. I give the customer his money and he leaves the store.

As my shift finally came to an end I begin to walk over to my car and get in it. I put the key in the ignition. The engine roars as I start it up. I pull out of the parking lot and drive away. As I hit the road a familiar feeling comes over me. It’s like someone is watching me. However this time a feeling of dread is accompanying it. It’s like the whole world is about to come crashing down on me. It’s like whoever’s unseen eyes are staring is getting ready to let out a wicked cackle as misfortune, baring it sinister teeth,  is ready to befall me. No this all must be in my mind. I’m tired and my mind is making things up. That has to be it, right? But could this all just simply be due to sleep deprivation? Could my own tiredness cause me to fully such vile dread. It doesn’t matter. Scared, I start to drive faster now. Maybe it’s to get home as fast as I can or maybe it’s just to out run this feeling. I’m not sure. Either way I speed up.

As I arrive home, with the feeling gone now, I start to calm down. I walk inside, take off my shoes and coat, and head over to the kitchen. First things first, I need to make myself dinner. It’s nothing too fancy. I make myself cup ramen. The same as always.

After finishing my dinner I turn off the lights in the house as I go to sit down on the soft, green couch in the middle of my cluttered livingroom. In that darkened room the only thing keeping the veil of darkness from engulfing it all was the light of TV screen as it floods towards my face. I sit there for an hour or so, mindlessly watching what’s on TV until I get the glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. It’s as if the shadows moved. A light tapping sound shortly follows it. That feeling of dread overcomes me once again. I get up and turn on the kitchen light. It slowly flickers on illuminating that part of the house, but fails to light the living room or hallways.

Suddenly I hear a faint tapping sound on the floor behind me. It gets closer and closer. I don’t want to look back. I am afraid to. I know I shouldn’t. I know if I turn around there might not be any going back, or maybe this is all in my mind. Maybe this just because of my lack of sleep so if I turn around there will be nothing there. I start to turn around but as I do I see a shadow move out of the corner of my eye. In the brief instant I watch it go by I see a faint red glow.

The light in the kitchen cuts out. There it is before me. It’s a formless mass, or at least that is all I can comprehend of it, with two glowing red eyes. It’s as if a shadow is moving within the darkness. It moves closer. As it does I swear that swirling darkness whispers something to me. Terrorfied I run. I turn around and run down a hallway. Not looking back to check it it’s following I go through a door and slam it shut. I hear a light tapping against the floor coming closer and closer and closer and closer. It’s at the door. I sit there in terror as I watch it move under the door. It’s here. It slowly moves towards me. It’s  formless body swirling in the darkness. The feeling of dread is now accompanied by utter despair. There’s nothing I can do. It finally is right before me. As it’s about to do god-knows-what to me I look into its red glow and.... and…

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