Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27121933-20151027181537

Hi everyone. I am new to writing pastas so i wanted to see some opinions on my first one.

I know, it's vey short. Here it is

Midnight, that hour when all of our fears come true, the time all of our nightmares become reality.

Ghosts stalking you, creatures hunting for your life, demons craving for your soul.

And there you hide, like every night, in your blankets, lying in front of the wall, turning your back from everything.

You hear a weak, high pitched scream.

Then noises. Coming closer, louder.

“Must be a rat” you think. Or maybe some kind of insect, for what you know.

You frown, full of that false security that gets so many people and yet doesn’t do much to you.

Whispers. You feel it, getting closer, louder. You hear crying.

You try to ignore it. “It’s nothing” you say to yourself.

You wish you could fool yourself just like you fooled and still fool so many people.

You wish you could control yourself just like you control the others.

No. It doesn’t work. Noises, footsteps getting heavier and closer. Crying.

You decide to be brave. You decide to face your fear. You’re a leader, you can’t fall.

You get ready. You turn the other way.

You see a small shadowy figure, staring at you. Staring into your soul. Crying.

You sit on your bed, getting ready to get up and fight back.

The figure approaches you..

“Daddy...I’ve had a nightmare”  