Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25909552-20141222175303

He's here.

He's here again. He's been watching me for months now. Every second of everyday, hes out there. Watching me. By day he's sitting by the tree, just staring at me. Watching my every move. But by night it gets more terrifying. He comes right to the window and stares and me with his sunken in eyes and glistening white, sharpened teeth. He is just bones with a single peice of skin draped over his bones. Maybe he isn't real. Maybe this is why they checked me into this mental hospital. But then again, how could he not be real? He's right by the window now. He's trying to say something to me. But these windows are to thick to hear anything. I can't sleep. Then again, how could anyone when they know he is out there?

It's morning now. I spent all night trying to figure out how to get rid of this thing. I'v finally decided. It's risky but I think it might work. After dinner tonight which usually consists of chicken and beans, I will sneek into the kitchen. Yes, yes the kitchen, I'll steal there butcher knife and then, I will wait. I will wait for this damn thing to come then I'll butcher Him! Yes it may sound crazy but if it will get rid of Him then i will do anything it takes.

So it's around 2:00 and he still isn't here. He's always here at this time. Damn! Maybe he knows. How could he know? Wait! I see him! He's here! He's here! It felt like it was Christmas morning. I got up off my cot and raised my knife. What that damn this did startled me. He laughed a demonic loud laugh like it was hilarious that i was trying so hard to get rid of him. I opened that window inch by inch. My hands were trembling, my heart was racing, I felt like I was gonna vomit. I was sweating so much that I almost dropped the knife. I finally opened the window. He said " haha try your best." I raised my knife, his facial expression changed the moment he knew what i was about do do. I raised that knife and stabbed him right in the head. He let out a scream I could not explain. Then I grabbed his neck and took his head right off of his lifeless body. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, blood pouring everywhere. It was finally done. I sighed a sigh of releif and for the first time in months, I finally slept.

Everything went back to normal. I got to go home, my family thought i was better. We were all happy. One night i heard scratching on my window. What i saw damned me.

Please tell me ways to make this better. 