Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-26373030-20150621123122

It's ordinary for a kid to be scared of the dark, for a kid to be scared of a monster jumping out of the closet or something crawling from under their bed. I'm 32, I live with my wife, Mary, and my son, James, and I'm scared of the dark. I don't believe in ghosts, I never have. I know there isn't a bogeyman in my closet or a monster under my bed but I am scared of the dark. I lie in bed at night and look into that abyss... I usually listen to music or an audiobook as I fall asleep to distract me but when I don't I can't help but stare at the nothingness.



We moved house about two months ago, a large, old house on the top of a hill, a large back yard and 4 bedrooms. We turned one of the spare bedrooms into a study and kept one of them as a spare for guests. The other two are obviously mine and my wife’s and across the hall is my sons’ room. A large stair case leads down to the first floor where you have the front door. To the right of the entrance is the dining room and to the left is the lounge. The lounge then lead to a large conservatory type room which is attached to the kitchen. The dining room leads straight to the kitchen. In the kitchen next to the back door is a corridor which leads to a staircase which takes you down to the basement. That's where we keep our washing machine and our dryer. The guys who sold us this house said that it use to belong to a rich guy called Sir Herman.S.Clause. Y'know as in Santa Clause? They say that one day after putting a large bet on a horse race which he lost he escaped the country and never came back. That was around 30 years ago.

One night I had woke up at around 2 AM. the hall light was on so I walked down into the kitchen to make myself a glass of water but as I glanced out of the window I saw someone standing there at the end of my yard. I couldn't really see his face but I just saw two large white eyes. He looked as if he was wearing a red robe like thing. I couldn't really see him other than his clothing and those.. two... lare eyes. He was just... Standing there... Staring at me... I headed out the back door to ask if he was alright but when I opened the door he was gone... The whole experience had creeped me out.

The next night I was struggling to sleep so I decided to go over and look out the window so I could have some time to think about where my life was going but as I looked down onto the yard. I saw the man again. He stood there, standing closer to the door this time. I attempted to open the window but I couldn't figure out how so my only choice was to run downstairs. By the time I had got to the kitchen I looked out the window and he was gone.

The following night was when things got bad. I heard my son crying. I walked into his room and he was under his covers he whispered "I see something out the window" A chill went down my spine. I took a deep breath and walked towards the window. I quickly pulled open the blinds and the branch of a tree stood there hitting the window in the wind, like you see in the movies. I let out a sigh and chuckled. I looked at my son and that's when I saw ‘it’. it stood there in the door way. It was pitch black like a night sky. He had long talon-like claws which hung by his side. The door was closed. It stared at me. It was... smiling... That son of a bitch! He was harassing my family and smiling at me. I slowly walked towards my son. I whispered "Son... Get behind me..." He turned his head and saw it. He didn't scream... He didn't cry... He just looked at it. "James." I said "Get behind me." He didn't stop looking. He didn't move. The whole time I was looking the creature in those large white eyes. My vision began to turn blurry and I saw black surrounding the edges of my vision. I shook my head. I felt overwhelmingly sick yet I continued to stare. My blood was running cold and my legs were shaking. The next thing I knew I was in my bed. I ran into my sons’ bedroom and he was fast asleep. I began to tear up knowing it was all a dream. I headed back to bed after planting a kiss on my sons’ forehead.

The next night I heard my sons’ bedroom door creak open. I assumed he was going to sleep in our bed like he does every now and then with him being a young kid. I walked out of my bedroom to grab my son but what I saw... It stood there. I saw one of his eyes staring at me through the crack in the door. Those eyes... staring into my soul... My very being... I blinked and it was gone. I slowly slid into James's room. I didn't want to go in there. I couldn't. It took all my body strength to do it. He was still asleep. As I walked out I saw him again. Standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was there again... My vision began to go. Swirls began to appear and black began creeping into my vision again. My body began to move on its own. My legs were paralysed, I fell to my knees. My arms fell beside my body and went numb. My vision was beginning to scramble and I couldn't see much. The entire world was spinning around me and the man began to approach me. The walls and floor had turned black. The only light being produced was from his white eyes. He slowly crept towards me. He began to smile. The smile grew across his face. I wanted to scream but my voice wasn't working I just gave out a whimper. Black tendrils burst from his back and those long black claws began to sharpen. A black and white striped tale appeared from the bottom of his back and it began to swing wildly, as if he was wagging it like a dog. He was now towering above me. I couldn't look up. He crouched down in front of me and slid a talon across my chin. His tendrils began to wrap around my body. His face was only centimetres from mine. He whispered to me.

“When you look up, do you see the blue sky of what might be, or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?"

I haven’t seen my family in 2 years. I can’t go back. I can’t face them. I just see his face. I just see his smile. I don't know what happened after that night or what happened to my family but when I woke up I was outside of my house and I simply ran, not being able to go back.  