Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31752158-20170419025721

[This story was delleted from the main wiki by admins so im posting it here because I don't get why it didn't meet the Quality Stadnards. Basicaly I just want some fed-back so I know if I can improve it or try to start anew.]

This was a traumatic experience that happened to me, mostly because I was very young at the time. I was 7 years old. The first time I saw "her" was in a May night. I remember it being very cold. I was calmly sleeping, until I woke up in the middle of the night. I don't know why I woke up, but I didn't feel sleepy anymore at all, so I turned around in an attempt to get sleep back, and saw "her" behind the bedroom door. The room was slightly illuminated because of the bathroom light that was kept on, but even if it was off, I would have seen her. It was a girl, about 12 years old. A faint blue light emanated from her, like a mist. I couldn't catch a lot of details from her since I was very scared. Then, she opened her mouth and a horrible voice came out, hoarse and thick, saying "I am the Larva." After this I screamed in terror. Shortly after that, my parents entered the room, with my father ahead, and when he opened the door, he obscured the vision of the girl. They asked me what was it, what happened, but I could only scream. Then, my mother hugged me and started trying to calm me down, which sort of worked. I could just point at the door and say "the Larva, the Larva." I was so scared I had pissed myself. My mother then picked me up and took me for a bath. I still couldn't say anything, and my parents didn't try asking me anything else. For the remainder of the night, I slept with them. In the next day, my mother asked me what happened. I didn't want to talk about it, and she understood. They probably thought it was a nightmare and that was it. At night, still with a bit of fear, I went to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep for the whole night, thinking about that creepy girl. Any noise in the house made me feel the fear taking me over. Yet, she didn't appear. Not in the next night, neither in the following. Over time, I forgot what had happened. A bit less than a year later, three weeks after I became 8 years old, she returned. I remember it was nighttime, and it was raining hard outside. I woke up to go to the bathroom, barely holding it in. When I was getting finished, the lights went out. I didn't get too scared, since it was common for that to happen in rainy days, so I just flushed and slowly went back to my room, taking care not to kick a wall or something like that on my way. Some lighting struck and illuminated the corridor one time or another. I got to my room and opened the door, and she was on the bed, standing on my pillow. This time I managed to pay some attention to what she looked like - she had dark hair and eyes, looked very skinny, dressed in a dirty white gown, and had the same blue glow coming out of her that looked like a mist. She looked at me and opened her mouth, an ugly and deformed mouth. There were teeth missing, and the ones that were there were all crooked and broken. Inside something was moving, not her tongue, it looked like a bunch of black bees flying around. Then I heard that hoarse and thick voice again, saying "I am the Larva." That voice seemed to rip my ears. The panic made me ran away to the living room. I was so afraid to go back to my room or going to my parents' room that I ended up sleeping right there. In the following morning, my mother asked why I was sleeping there, and I said I got up in the night to look at the rain and fell asleep there. This time I wasn't so scared like before, though I was still terrified. What scared me the most was the fact that she was on my bed, standing on my pillow. I always considered my bed to be a safe place, but now it was a sanctuary that had been violated and desecrated, it would never make me feel safe again. But I thought she had taken a lot of time to appear again, so if she was to appear another time, it would take long, and thinking this gave me some relief. But I was wrong... Two days later, my mother had bought a bunch of little stars that shined in the dark to put on my room's ceiling (that was trendy at the time). After spending almost a whole hour sticking stars and planets to the ceiling and the wall, I closed the door and turned the lights off to see what it looked like. I was amazed at the "starry sky" in my room. Then I saw a bright glow forming near the window. I found that weird, since there was no source of light in my room aside from the weak yellow shine from the ceiling stars. That faint glow was getting bigger and a blue ball of light started forming. This ball expanded and took form, and the first thing to take form was her face. She looked very sad. I was absolutely dominated by fear. Before the rest of her body could form, I started to fight against the door in an attempt to open it. I have no idea if the girl had something to do with it or if it was just panic, but the door wasn't opening. My hands were sweating and slipped through the knob. When I managed to open the door, I pulled it so fast that it hit my foot and closed again. I started to scratch the door and beat my hands into it. I didn't try to open the doorknob anymore, just pulled the door, that didn't move at all. I tried screaming but nothing came out of my throat. Then I heard her voice repeat that damn phrase, "I am the Larva" and the door opened. It was my mother, who heard me banging the door. I ran away from my room without looking back, right into the front door of the house. When I was unlocking it to run away (to this day I still don't know where I intended to go) my mother stopped me and asked me what was happening. I couldn't say anything, I just cried. Being in the room alone with "her" unable to get out had affected me. I thought she made the door stay closed, trying to keep me locked inside. This time my mother got worried about me, because I was really terrified. She and my father sat down to try to understand what was happening to me, but I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to talk about the glowing blue girl who showed up in my room. The nights that followed were hard for me. I expected to see her at any instant, with her deformed mouth and her ghostly glow, and that horrifying voice talking to me. Because of that, I couldn't sleep. But she didn't appear. Three months passed. I was already calmer and started to feel more at ease in my room again. My mother was also calmer, seeing I was back to my normal behavior. Until one night, in which while I was sleeping, a neighbor decided to let out fireworks. I was startled by the noise, so I put my pillow over my head to muffle the sound and tried to go back to sleep. Not much time later the neighbor stopped with the fireworks, but I still didn't manage to sleep again. Then I felt a weight on my bed, like someone had just climbed up to it, and heard that goddamn phrase, "I am the Larva." I didn't look, just jumped off from the bed, dragging my covers and my pillow with me and threw myself at the corner of the room and started crying. All curled up in the covers, I still refused to look to see if she was still there. I just repeated "leave me alone, leave me alone, please leave me alone" and cried a lot. My father came to the room to see what was happening. Thinking he wouldn't believe me, I didn't say anything, just that I had a nightmare. I didn't know if he believed me, but that was it. She wasn't there anymore and I went back to bed. I thought the worst had passed and tried to sleep again. Not even 15 minutes passed and I heard her voice. "I am the Larva." I got up and saw her standing, in front of my closet with her sad eyes staring at me. I ran away from my room, crying again and went to my parents' room. When they asked what was happening, I told them everything. I told them there was a girl with a blue light that showed up at night in my room and had an ugly voice and said "I am the Larva." Then they remembered the first time I woke up screaming in the middle of the night and asked if I had seen her that night, and I said I had. I told them of all the times she had appeared and that she had showed up two times that night and I was afraid. Since I was just 8 years old, they didn't believe my story and thought it was just the imagination of a child making things up. In the next five months, she appeared three more times in my room. In these three times I panicked and ran from my room calling for my parents. When they arrived, there wasn't anything there anymore. They decided it would be best to take me to a child psychologist. I talked to him, made drawing and told him about my routine at home and at school. Of course, at the time I didn't understand what was happening, I thought he believed in me and was my friend. Nowadays I know he was just trying to find out where my "illusions" came from. But at the time we talked a lot and that ended up helping me. He told me I didn't need to fear this girl and that she would not hurt me, and with his help I started controlling my fear. During the period in which I was seeing him, I saw her two more times, and in these two times I managed to control myself and not panic. In these two times, I observed her better and could see more details, like some ripped parts in her gown, some smudges, some marks on her face, stuff like that. Yet, every time I heard the phrase "I am the Larva" I heard my heart freeze in fear. Then she stopped appearing. I didn't see her again. My parents thought I was "cured" and I just thought that since she couldn't scare me like before, she gave up. As time passed, I ended up forgetting this whole debacle. I thought she would never visit me again. Then one night, when I was 15 years old, watching TV in the living room alone at night, I heard that voice. This brought all the uncomfortable memories back. "I am the Larva." That's what I heard, but this time it didn't come from my room. I stood up in the living room, and when I turned around, I saw her outside, in the lawn, in front of the window, with her mouth open, that swarm of black bees inside, saying "I am the Larva" again. Even feeling the cold sweat running down on my forehead and the adrenaline from all the fear flowing through my blood, I tried for the first time to communicate with her. "What do you want with me?" She didn't answer, just stared at me with those sad eyes. I tried to get closer, but when I was a step away from the window, I saw the sadness fade away from her eyes. Now they were filling themselves with anger and her face started stamping itself with this feeling. I didn't stay to see what would happen. I ran away to my room, turned the lights on and stayed there until morning came. I kept seeing her. The last time I saw her was 4 months ago. Even at 23 years old I still feel fear when I see her. After seeing the hate in her eyes, I never tried to talk to her again. I saw her at home, out of home, on friends' houses when I slept away, always at night. No one else sees her. To this day I don't know what she wants, or what she means with "I am the Larva." 