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Time for bed. written by Catman45

hey Guys this is my first story, it may or may not be good.

"It'll be alright, i'm sure there's nothing that'll hurt you." She was wrong, but she didn't know how dead off that was, there was something, and James knew that much, it wasn't under his bed, it wasn't ever in the closet, why would it be? No, it wasn't a monster, it wasn't a ghost and it certainly wasn't any other scary thing. James had known that much. But there was something, and he knew the minute he closed his eyes that it would be there, and when he opened them he wouldn't see them, it, or whatever it was or had been, was there. Jame's mother reached over the far side of his bed where an old friend had been lurking, a stuffed animal cat that his grandmother gave him for his birthday. His mother thought that somehow, this would be okay, this would ward off the unknown danger that James was sure of, a cat wouldn't be much assurance, but he took it anyway, it'd be rude not to.

"I'll be working the late shift, Your dad will have to drive you to school." James nodded his head, his mother worked at a hospital in Pasadena, his dad usually stayed home watching over James. His mother gave him a kiss and a hug.

"Good night James." his mother left.

James waited a few seconds, until he was sure that he had heard a car pull out of the driveway, he knew that his dad would let him stay up for another hour or so, and the less hours the better especially when dealing with the unknown. He crept down the stairs, and when he saw that the television's light was coming from the living room he walked faster, fortunately his dad was here. He was asleep, passed out, his red hair appeared yellow under the television light, the news was on, they had their petty smiles and impossible happiness were too appalling for the subject about the homeless. As James sat on the couch, his dad snorted and woke up.

"Oh hey James." He said. "You wanna stay up for a minute?" James agreed. He settled comfortably on the couch, he relaxed, the news kept flashing about the worlds problems, and when it was done the anchorman signed off. James looked at where his dad was, asleep in the red velvet chair, he looked at the clock. It was ten at night. After a minute of his dad snoring away he stopped. Then T.V flashed off in an instant. Then on, then off, then on again, each flashing a different word. But James spelled it out.

Time. For. Bed.

An eerie silence came over the air, James was sure that "It" was back, again he wasn't sure of what it was, but he knew it was there. After about a minute off his dad sleeping, he instantly woke up and looked at James. "Come on buddy let's go upstairs."

The bed sheets were still warm, and his stuffed cat hand't moved a foot. James's dad tucked him back in neatly, just like his mother did, he hugged James and left him alone with his stuffed cat. It was time for bed. His dad closed the door, and as soon as the the metallic click of the lock sputtered it's sound in the air, James knew, that "It" was in the room. He dug his head to the bottom of his pillow and curled his body fetal position, he pulled the covers over his head, he could hardly breath, and the heat inside the blanket was too intense, but he'd rather face those problems then whatever was out there. If his idea was right, "It" wanted him to do was go to bed, that's what happened with the television. James didn't dare go outside the blanket, any exposed skin meant certain death.

"Go to bed." "IT" said.

It took all of James's wits he could summon, but he finally shot back.

"I am!"

The anxiety was turning into adrenaline, the heat was making him sweat, his eyes felt wide awake, he wasn't asleep.

"Go to sleep."

"I am!"

A few seconds had passed, an eerie silence fell over James's room, he could hear the wind blow against the widow sounding like an elephant.

Then the signing began, "It" was now singing, "It" wasn't an it, "It" sounded nothing more then a woman, it wasn't any song he knew of, it was instrumental singing. The singing was small, but it grew bigger and louder, James could hear instruments in the background playing subtly, when the singing became loud enough for James to know it was just on the borders of his beside. He could clearly discern the words.

"Go to sleep, go to bed." There was a laugh in the background, it wasn't "IT's", who was now clearly a woman. The laugh he recognized and almost had sent James into shock.

The laugh in the Background, was his. That was impossible, though, James never moved his lips, he'd only had been brave enough to say two words, let alone laugh, but the laugh in the background, was clearly his. Then the music stopped, it was gone, and so was the laughter he had once been hearing, and last but not least, he had no longer heard the woman.

Then the air entered through the covers as they were slowly lifting off James's sweaty back. He then, couldn't take it anymore, he leaped from the bed and ran for the blinds, he put his hand on the chord and gave it a yank and light filtered through, his dusty room.

he gave a look to the woman, she was medium height, with gray curly hair falling past her shoulders, but before James had another second to look, the woman said one thing to haunt him for the rest of his life.

"You're not my son."

She gazed at the light coming from the window, and began laughing, it wasn't her laugh, it was James's in fact that wasn't even her face, it was his. hours must have passed in all that time under the covers. Then her hair fell out, and so did her teeth, her eyes melted on the floor, and soon, she was nothing but dust.

Prologue: James moved to a different city, he never saw the same specter again. Good for him.