Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26399851-20161001050122

Note: the character is twelve years old.



Alright, how am I going to start this off? agh! I am never good at starting stories. Let me just tell you what actually happened. At 7:00 PM, I was looking at memes on google images. I just find it much more convenient than a meme website for some reason. So, I was looking at some good old rage memes, then I found this one about sleep paralysis. Not knowing what that was, I did some research on it, aka I looked it up. I found something about lucid dreaming too, and I found that it was where you could control your dreams. I looked up how to lucid dream on the one and only wiki how and found that you needed a few days to do the things that would make you lucid dream. Later I found a simpler solution and that was to go through sleep paralysis. I heard that sleep paralysis is pretty terrifying, but it only lasts for about two minutes. So, after reading how to, I lay down on my back, put my arms to the side, and waited.

    After about five minutes or so, I felt an itch. I ignored it as the website instructed me to and the reason being that they are signals that your brain sends to make sure that you are ready to go to sleep. Moving would restart the process. So this is where it got creepy. I finally got to the sleep paralysis stage and could not move. I just had to wait two minutes. That is when my closet door moved. It was open halfway before, but now it was completely opened. I assumed it was my cat, but then I remembered that my cat was outside, and it usually sleeps on top of me when it is in my room. I could only move my eyes. I looked around my room and saw that outside my window there was something moving. I felt this feeling that something was looking for me, but for some reason couldn't find me. Then a bright light surrounded me. I realised that I finally fell asleep. All I could see was white. I was moving at will. I was in a lucid dream! And on my first try too. My excitement ended as the white turned black. I ignored it as it was not a problem. I tested if this dream was actually a lucid one. I thought of something forming in my hands, and it appeared. An uzi. I am not sure why I chose an uzi, but I did. I got so excited, but I woke up right after.

Suddenly the real world appeared in front of me as I jerked awake. I was sitting on a chair. I realized that I fell asleep on a table. It was pitch black all around me. The only light was coming from the backyard doors that were made of glass. I looked at the front door and I realized that the curtain next to the door was open. I walked to the window and closed the curtain. I was afraid that someone might have been watching me sleep through the window. I did not like it being open. I felt a sense of paranoia. I walked to the stairs that were to the right, next to the kitchen. I walked around the doorway that separated the dining room from the living room, kitchen and stairs. I saw a figure that I could barely make out in the kitchen. It was facing the wall with the stove. Suddenly it started to turn its head towards me. I quickly ran back to where I was before. I ran into something. Startled, I jumped back as I heard the clank of the object hitting the ground indicating that it was metal. My heart raced as I heard footsteps on the tile getting closer. I covered my mouth as not to scream. I could hardly see. And then I realised, why was there light coming from the backyard door? The footsteps stopped. I was face to face with the creature. Its face was like a blurred face of a human. It had long arms, longer than its body. it grabbed me by my throaght with its skinny arms that somehow could lift me and opened what I assumed to be its mouth. Its breath was cold and smelled like a rotting corpse. And it screamed at me as if it were in severe pain, "WAKE UP!!!" Its voice was deafaning and hurt my ears.

I jerked awake. I was in my bed. There was a ringing in my ear. I checked my alarm clock. The time was 4:39. I remembered the dream. I remembered the terrifying creature screaming at me. Then there was scratching at the door. It wasn't a dream. I felt a sense of dread. The scratching continued It wouldn't stop. I lay frozen on my bed. I imagined it again. The blurred face, the cold breath. The gaping hole that was its mouth. How it screamed like it was in pain, but enraged at the same time. How the curtain was open. Wait, why was the certain open? Why was there someone behind it that I didn't notice who was watching me sleep on the table. Even if it was a dream, it felt too real. Suddenly I heard the meow of my cat. I felt relief. I got out of my bed and looked at the closet. It was completely shut. I let my cat in. It instantly rubbed on my legs. Somehow, I could see in its eyes that it was relieved that I was here. I closed the door and went back to bed with my cat on my stomach.

Hopefuly this was better than my last one.  