Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27074525-20151017163430

Disturbed Slumber. Ask yourself, have you ever been afraid of the dark? Not me, never have been. By the time that I was a child I was fascinated by the darkness. Hell, sometimes I would sneak out of my house and walk around our yard at night. There was always that sensible fear that a coyote, racoon or maybe even someone, or something right out of a creepypasta trying to kill me! Ok, maybe that last one didn't have a lot of sensibility to it, but kids have powerful imaginations so deal with it. I wasn't completely a dip shit, I was smart enough to bring the knife that my dad got it for me when he went on a military deployment. It was beautifully crafted with plastic decorations of a horse's neck and head for a handle. It came with a sheath as well, and had decorations on the metal blade itself. I was not allowed to touch it until I was older... but that didn't stop me from taking it when no one would notice. My point is, I was not afraid of the dark nor what was in it. Until that one night. It was a cool. the clouds blanketed the night sky and hid the moon and stars from my sight. There was a slight breeze to the air, giving my room a nice level of cold. It was perfect. But in the blink of an eye, the setting changed. The dark coated walls of my room began to move ever so slightly, almost like there were creatures slowly moving out of my sight every time I tried to look at them. Scared, I pondered on what to do, "Hide? No, they might find me. Run for it? No, they might catch me. scream?" I took a minute to think about that. What if nothing was there? I woke up my entire house just because I got spooked by nothing. Maybe there was nothing." Yeah, that's it!" I thought to myself "I'm perfectly fine, safe in my room... but what if I'm wrong?"

I'm sure you know of this feeling. That feeling were you don't know what to do or even think. You feel powerless, confused and to be frank, fucking terrified! You think of how serious this situation could be. What if there really is a creature or entity in your room, under your bed, in the godamn closet even! What if you are not safe in this current situation? What would you do? "But how would it get in?" I wondered. How would it? I can understand if you are woken up, but I was wide awake! I chuckled, thinking how stupid I was for thinking such a thing! I put my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, wiped my brow, and went back to sleep. I tried to fall back to my peaceful state that I just destroyed by my overactive imagination. But, I couldn't. I don't know why, but I couldn't! The room was now hot, my blankets and clothes drenched in sweat. I felt like eyes were all staring at me with evil intensions. I never felt this way before. So, I did what many kids would do if they thought something was in there room, I ducked my head under my blankets. Very bad idea. I then felt the pressure increase five times over on my chest and face. It's like my blankets were suddenly splashed with water or something, and the weight increased or... or... something was in my room, over my blankets... Trying to kill me! I fought with all the might that a seven year old child could have, trying to push the blankets off of me. It must of been only five seconds but it felt like thirty! I managed to get my left hand free from under the blanket and pulled to the right, ripping the blanket off. I jumped up and ran to my door, opened it and then saw my older sister in the computer room with the door open looking at me with confusion and concern. I fell to the ground and began to quietly cry. My sister ran over and asked me what's wrong. I answered, not making any sense what so ever. I was panicking and in minor shock so as you can expect my describing abilities were not the best. My sister held me tight, telling me that I would be ok. I went back to bed hesitantly. She could tell that I was not too egger to go to sleep so she left and came back with a stuffed bear. She told me that he would keep me safe. I slept without incident and woke up feeling tired as you can expect. Now, it's 6 years later and I'm about eighty percent sure that this was just me freaking out over nothing. However, that other twenty percent... begs to differ. This is a true event that happened to me. If you have any criticism it is very much welcomed. Thank you for reading, and have a nice day. Oh and pro tip, don't put your head under blankets. 