Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27404992-20151215193321

Also I don't have an idea about a title so if you have any suggestions you can share with me, thank you in advance. (my grammar is probably not the best, so feel free to correct me, just dont be an asshat about it)

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I have a story to tell. And I have to tell it, until it’s too late. Something, that has just happened to me.

I was sitting in my room, as I usually do. I was reading a book. It was a fine book. There was only one lamp turned on; my reading lamp.

It was dark everywhere, besides near my chair where I was sitting. My parents were gone, I was alone. But I wasn’t afraid; I’m home alone a lot of times.

As the time passed, I started to get uncomfortable. I yawned and tried to move myself on the chair to a better position.

Then I heard a thump near me. My eyes widened, and I turned my head to the direction of it. There was nothing.

I was staring there for a while, but there was no thump anymore. It was completely silent in the house.

I got back to my book, frightened a bit. But I reassured myself how silly this thing is. There can’t be anyone here. I closed the doors, even my room’s.

But I head the thump again soon. And again. And again.

It was killing me. Because it came from my room. Not from outside. It was close.

I got a crazy idea, and reached for the lamp’s switch. I pressed it quickly, and glanced beside me.

I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t say anything. From the darkness, a few steps away me, I saw two glowing, red eyes, and a pale white face. I couldn’t even tell if it was a male or a female (but it didn't even look like a human anyways). It didn’t have much facial features. Just the glowing, red eyes. I didn’t even see it’s body, if it had one in the first place.

It didn’t do anything. Didn’t show me it’s sharp teeths, didn’t came closer to kill me or such. No, it just stood there, staring at me.

I couldn’t move for a while. I waited. I don’t know what I was waiting for.

And then I turned the lights on. It was gone.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But I couldn’t return to my book now. I heard the thumps again, from where I’ve seen it.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I had enough. I turned the lights off again, to face with that… something. Secretly I was hoping that it’s gone for now.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">But it wasn’t. It was there, just… a few steps closer. And once again, it was staring, only staring.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I started playing. I switched the light on, I heard thumps. Then I switched it off, the thing was there. But every time, it came a bit closer to me.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The last time I turned the lamp off, it was only one step from me. It was very close, but I still couldn’t tell what was it. It was just ‘it’.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I turned the lights on once again.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">I don’t dare to turn them off. I’m scared. Because I know the next time, it will be here. With me.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The next thing I did was that I grabbed my phone and started writing. I’m typing this story now. I’m glad I could finish it, before… before something happens to me.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Yes, I’m afraid. I’m very afraid. I know it’s here with me, waiting.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">And my lights are flickering. <ac_metadata title="I need reviews (and maybe corrections), please."> </ac_metadata>