User:NotSoOrdinary

Shadows In The Dark
I have had some problems growing up in my life. An abusive father and a mother who was gone. My father would beat me until he smiled. Thank God it was only for a short while. My father was soon arrested cause my neighbors heard a commotion coming from my room. As the cops drug away my drunken poor excuse for a father he muttered something, something I would never forget. He said," They will come for you to my son, all of this is your fault."

I eventually met my mother who left us when I was three. " So, are you as much of a waste as your father," she cried. "No mom," I mumbled. My now existing mother talked to the social worker. I heard them say something about death and how it was a mess. They could only be talking about my dad.

That night I wondered what he meant by," They will come for you." Who were they, and what did they want from me. The thought stood with me until dawn rose. Realizing I stayed up all hours of the night I hastily went to bed. No trouble falling asleep either.

I awoke to my mother screaming from the kitchen. " 8:02, great just great," I muttered. As i walked down the wooden steps my mother gave me a look of disgust and disappointment. " What the fuck is this," she screamed. I looked down to see a broken bottle of scotch, Dad's favorite drink." Do you think this is funny." I thought to myself wondering why scotch was on the floor. I cleaned it up, cutting my hands on each shard of broken glass.

That night as I went to fall into a deep slumber i found a strange figure outside my window. It was just sitting, staring into me. Not at me, into me. It sent chills down my spine. It quickly vanished as I sprung up ready for a fight. It just vanished, vanished out of thin air. Like as if it was never there.

The next morning I woke, 8:02 again. I went to pull myself out of bed when it hit me. The cold dreary feeling my room had. It was as I expected because of what I saw last night. I looked at my window hoping not to see it again... my window is open. I knew it was shut last night I made sure it was shut and locked after seeing that figure. I was scared to my core. I even locked it yet it was still open.

I stumbled down stairs to watch some TV. The news was on. A bunch of stories about killings, problems in other countries, you know the stander-ed things. I made pancakes and some toast for breakfast and proceed to enjoy the succulent food i have created.

2:37 pm. My mother has not gotten up at all. Worried i go to check on her. I entered her room. As I did a feeling of dread and regret washed over me. My mother was sitting on her bed sobbing. As I go to comfort her she quickly leans up and says," Be down in a minute, Mommy needs alone time." Without hesitation i left noticing a void in her eyes, like she had holes filled with darkness and dis-pare were her eyes should be.

She kept her word and was down from her room soon after. Her eyes had changed back into the beautiful blue eyes she gave me. " How did you sleep," she asked. " Not well, you?" "Just fine," she explained. I guess she didn't question why because everyone has a problem with sleep when the move into a new home. Still that wasn't the case. I saw something, and it saw me.

The creature kept coming at night, haunting me with its presents. I could never make out what it was. It was tall, thin, and pure black. Soon i started seeing it when I was at work. It only came at night though. I always saw it though, In crowds, school, my friends house, everywhere I went it seemed to follow. I knew i wasn't safe. Each time i saw it, it grew closer and closer. Soon it will take me, eat me, absorb me I don't care what it does anymore.

Night came at last. I can see it, hear it. It wants to be let in. It wants to be friends. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't leave the house. It might get me if I do. My friends think I'm crazy. My mother is one of them. I know they watch me. The shadows are demons. My shadow now stalks me. It is my demon, your shadow is your demon. It's the side we don't want to see, the side we keep secret. He is at my window now. He wants to be let in. He is going to be let in. I'm going to die. He needs to be whole again. He needs me.