Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26108027-20150521062636

As I pull the blankets up to my shoulders, the ceiling above me creaks. I shudder and lay my head back on the pillows. Immediately, my eyelids droop. I fall asleep.

Panting, I stop at the end of the hall. I can still hear those words:

Welcome to the Hidden.

One thought races through my mind. Bend the nightmare. I can hear it getting closer. Its feet move softly over the floor. I turn around and see its shadow. But when I turn back around, the hallway is a dead end. I press my back against the wall and keep my eyes on the shadow. I see its hand wrap around the corner of the wall. Long black fingers that leave marks on the wall. I see its smiling face peek around the corner. Its shiny black eyes and white face make my heart beat faster. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel its breath on my face.

Welcome to the Hidden.

I wake up with a start. I'm shivering. I rub my arms and go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. My long-fingered hand flies up to my mouth to stifle a scream. Shiny black eyes. White face. Sharp-toothed smile. Long black fingers. I gently touch the mirror. I leave marks. I shudder and crawl into the tub. Just a dream. It has to be a dream. Something inside of me snaps. I giggle and walk to my parent's room. I'm covered in blood, and their bed is empty. I do the same to both of my brothers. I giggle and crawls out of the window.

I am The Hidden. 