Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26473200-20150608043751

I extinguish out my last cigarette and head for the door. I've been drinking in my shed for the past 6 hours and it's time to stumble to bed. I always get a strange, unnerving feeling When I make the walk back to my house, probably been watching too many horror films.

I always imagine just turning back around to my shed and seeing a pale, almost animalistic face with a wide, terrifying smile and large hungry bloodshot eyes staring at me through the shed window. Having been hiding there the whole time I was there. I shake off this imaginary face and head to the door of my house, I pause before opening the door and look back at the shed..no..no face hiding anywhere just darkness, but maybe the face is in the darkness I think as I open the door and stumble to bed.

I lay awake in bed. my eyes closed, I'm thinking back of when I looked at the shed before entering the house..did I see something in the dark? Some faint outline of shaggy black hair and a wide grin and just chose to ignore it? As I lay in bed now, frozen, I'm now certain I saw the face I've been imagining all these years. I feel a presence in the room, keep my eyes shut, I can hear breathing..excited breathing as if whatever person or creature that is creeping up to my bed is holding back manic, excited laughter. As if it's time has finally arrived to do whatever the fuck it wants to do to me. My eyes stay shut, my last defence.

Scratching now, yes I can definitely Hear something clawing at the bottom of my bed..maybe my gift can also feel the precense of the face, I gather my courage and quickly peer over the bed, looking underneath I see my gift. A terrifyed, wide eyed, young boy looks back at me, bound and gagged. I breath a sigh of relief and push myself back on top of the bed and shut my eyes, hoping that once more the face will accept my gift, and take this young man's life instead of me. tomorrow I'll have to get another gift of course, the face doesn't like having left overs. I smile knowing I'm safe for another night as I drift off to the sounds of the face accepting my gift. 