Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28794220-20160629154218

The last couple of days I haven't slept well, so I guess I should introduce myself hi I'm John, I'm 31, I live in an old town up the north east of the UK. About 10 days ago I was taking out the rubbish when something caught my eye, it was a flicker of the shed light. I stared for what seemed like hours but probably 30 seconds. I proceeded ton go to the bin and dismissed it as a glitch in the bulb, the next day I woke up and opened the curtains to find the shed light was on. I put on my dressing gown and went outside, as I approached the shed I heard scuttling from inside like something trying to conceal its self. I open the door to find nothing, of course, so I went to turn off the light. When I went to leave I heard scratching from the back, I didn't look behind, I knew I was being silly so I continued to leave.

That night around 11:00 a heard a loud noise from outside, I went out as I thought it was an intruder. When I opened the door to find the bin was knocked over, I went to investigate. Then I heard it again, the scratching, I walked over to the shed and stepped inside. I didn't even realise the door was unlocked. As I entered I found scratches on the wall and floor. As I stood scanning the room I felt something go past me and leave, I left the shed and looked round the garden, nothing. I went back to bed and fell asleep, the next morning I woke up at 7:00. I went to check on my son, as I went into his room I found his lying in his bed, he was facing the other direction. I said “morning son, how are you?” he didn’t reply, I said “son?” no reply. I pulled of his covers to find his bleeding  from his chest, he was long dead. He had his eyes stitched open and he had a stitched smile. 