Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24985759-20140526072712

Exactly What It Says On The Tin, (Sorry, TV Tropes owns my soul) I'm hoping for honest feedback or thoughts about my first creepypasta, which deals with my personal experience with night terrors, albiet very loosely.

Terror from the dark

Night Terrors. Something far worse than ordinary nightmares. Like nightmares, they eventually go away. That's what parents will say to their kids. However I know better.

Apparently I started to suffer from night terrors at the age of four. My mother said that I would wake up in the dead of night, screaming in terror, looking at my closet. As I got older, they got more frequent. But the night terrors themselves aren't what scares me. No, it's what I see that scares me.

They weren't very clear, not at first. After I would have a night terror, all I would remember were vague shapes, and I would forget about them when the sun rose. That changed. Now I see them clearly, and they're always there. In my room. Watching me.

My doctor said that it's just a side-effect of the night terrors. He said that they aren't real and should disappear eventually for good. I believed him at first. After all, they're caused by my night terrors, so they can't be real. But they never disappeared. They remained. And they got worse.

I've taken medication. I've gone to therapy, but they still remain. They never move, they never react. They just watch me. My family's moved to different houses, different locations. They've called in religious men, they've taken me to doctors, but they're still there. They still watch me. They still WATCH ME!

I barely get any sleep now. I'm constantly jumping at the slightest of noises. But it's worse. Now I see them during the day. Out of the corners of my eyes! Looking at me! No matter where I go! Nobody knows what to do, nobody knows how to help me. I broke the bathroom mirror, but it wasn't on purpose! I saw one of them! In the mirror! Staring at me!

They're always there now. At night, in the dark. During the day, out of the corners of my eyes! Watching me! Never stopping! I'm paralyzed with fear at night, wondering what will happen next. Why are they watching me? WHY?!

I recently hit my younger brother. I didn't mean to! I really didn't! But he was looking at me, STARING at me! He wouldn't stop, HE WOULDN'T STOP! My parents have been talking, and I know it's about me. But I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't! I DIDN'T!

It was decided, I would be taken to a hospital, get some help. The drive there was long, so long. I almost fell asleep. Almost. The doctors greeted me and told me my room was ready. They said it was just to see what happened when I tried sleeping.

The walls are white, the floor is white, everything is white. They say it's to prevent me from having the night terrors. They say that the light will help. It doesn't.

My family is gone. They left. They promised they'd come back. It's getting close to lights out, as the doctors call it. The lights are turned down to low. I begged them to leave them on, but they wouldn't listen.

I can see them now. So clearly. Sometimes there's one. Sometimes there's more. They watch me, and continue watching me. Always watching. The doctors diagnosed me with something, but I didn't understand what they meant.

I have to stay in the hospital now. Apparently it's too dangerous for me to be around my family. I want them back! I want my family back! Sometimes they visit, but they stay outside of my room, and talk to me through a window.

I want to go home. I don't want to see these things anymore! But no one will allow me to leave.

And they're still watching me. Always watching.

Always. 