Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26210141-20150315210035

..And then you woke up realizing it was just your imagination. Sounds familiar? Probably. Especially for you guys, my fellow readers. You know how people tell the most fantastic story and then suddenly they disappoint you by cheesing out with the 'it all wasn't real' cliché ending. I personally got that feeling with 'Lost' and I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one. Jesus... 6 seasons of teasing, leaving the viewer with a hunger for answers, and then..... Anyways, I'm going off-topic. Let me just say this, my story ends this way. Yeah.. I just criticized my own story before I even began. But this... this was different. God it was.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a bad dream, and you're still sleepy enough to actually believe the events that you just imagined? You could still feel the presence of that pale faced creature lurking, waiting to make a move, only to realize you're just being an idiot. Monsters... pfft.

Imagination does things with us. Not a single person in the world could've told me ghosts were real without me raising an eyebrow, telling them they're too superstitious. Yet... it only takes a mere second for your imagination to take over, making the 'oh so much smarter than those superstitious folks' version of you suddenly a believer. Crazy right?

Now picture that feeling, I know you once had it. Picture that horrifying moment of absolute fear. That moment you wished the sun would come up and magically wipe all those foul creatures away. That moment when every sound becomes the presence of something paranormal. The closet that suddenly makes a loud snapping noise, which somehow only occurs at night. And were those footsteps downstairs? That feeling... it is luckily only temporary. Well... not for me. I swear I can still hear that damned tune playing. Not in the way that you have that annoying new Ellie Goulding song stuck in your head. I can actually hear it. It doesn't matter where I am, even in the rare occasion where I'm in the city, partying with friends (I'm not the outgoing type, at least not in the way that most people are, I have my own particular way of 'going out') I can still hear it. It cuts right through the noise of the mix from the local DJ.

And then there is the feeling of his presence.. His deep breathing at night. His hidden eyes glancing over the back of my head. Not only does it give me chills all over my body, I can also actually feel him watching me. It's like this slight headache in the back of my head, which stings like hell.

It makes it even worse that I just cannot explain this to anyone close. I know I wouldn't believe it. At least, the unexplainable parts. Hell, I still don't know what to believe. Why did my curious self go to that place... that godforsaken place...  