Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25940466-20141230030653

        I snuggle deeper into the blankets, listening to Amber's light breathing as she sleeps. I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep as well. I start to feel my consciousness ease away before I hear a quiet giggle. My eyes snap open, thinking it was Amber messing with me. I lean over her and see her eyes still closed. "Amber?" I whisper out. "Hmm?" I hear her mumble. "Did you just giggle?" I ask back. I hear her mumble a no as she pulls the blanket closer to her. I groan and roll over, making me face her open closet. As my eyes slowly start to close again, I hear another giggle. This time a little louder, but barely. My eyes snap open again and I sit up, looking around Amber's room. "Amber?!" I whisper yell. "What?" She mumbles. "I heard a giggle. Again," I whisper to her. "You're probably imagining something. Go to sleep," She mumbles again. "I hear it every time I try to sleep though," I whisper to her. "You're exhausted. You're hearing things you're so tired. Kind of like when your eyes play tricks on you. Just ignore it and sleep," Amber said more awake than before. "Okay..." I mumble. I lay back down and pull the blanket up to my nose. An hour passes by before my eyes begin to close again. Before my eyes close all the way, I hear the giggle, louder. I squeeze my eyes closed and take deep breaths, trying to ignore the sound. I hear it again, louder. I pull the blanket up over my head. I hear it again. Louder. I peek over the edge of the blanket and look at the closet. I see a dark human like shape standing in her closet. Another giggle, louder yet again. I rapidly blink my eyes, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me like Amber had said. The shape doesn't go away. I hear another giggle. A bolt of lightning strikes outside and illuminates the room. Illuminates the shadow in the closet. I scream at what I see. Amber comes flying up out of the bed, cursing as she tries to untangle herself  from her blanket. I hear a thud from downstairs and running up the stairs before the door flies open. I scream again before the light turns on. A very bed wrangled and scared Austin stands in the doorway. "What the fuck? What's going?" He yells. Amber cusses again before standing up on the bed, throwing the blanket down angrily. "I don't fucking know. Why'd you scream? Both times?" Amber yells at me. "I...I... I saw something in your closet. It freaked me out and then Austin burst the door open. It scared me," I cried out. Austin walks to the closet and peeks into it. He moves clothes around as Amber collapses to the bed again. "Kailee, there's nothing here," Austin says as moves away from the closet. Amber groans. "Austin, go back downstairs. I've got this," Amber mumbled. Austin nods his head and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry I screamed," I cry. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">"No, it's... tell me exactly what you saw," Amber says looking at me. She was still quite tired but was awake enough to form clear sentences. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">"It... it was a scary clown. His face.... He had sharp teeth. His eyes were blood red... His face looked demonic. His suit was black and white but there was blood splattered all over the white," I cry out. Amber sighs and throws a pillow at me. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">"Sounds like a semi conscious dream. Where you dream while you're half awake. Just sleep with your back to the closet, head under the blanket," Amber says before falling backwards onto her pillow. I nod my head. I get up and turn her light off before diving onto the bed and curling up under the blanket. A few minutes later I hear the giggle again. I squirm under the blanket but don't get up. I hear another giggle, twice as loud as before. I whimper, pulling the blanket tighter around me. I take a deep breath and count to ten quietly to myself. I hear a giggle, sounding like it was next to me. I clasp my hands over my mouth and whimper again. I feel something wrap around my ankle and I gasp before yanking my leg closer to me. A second later something grabs my ankle again, and tightens it's grasp. I try to wrench my ankle free but end up hurting myself. I start crying and whimpering. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">"It's tiiiiime," I hear something sing into my ear before giggling. I scream and throw my arms over my ears. I hear another giggle before my ankle is tugged on. I scream and try to kick with my other foot. But am soon grabbed by that ankle as well. Both my ankles are pulled on and I with them. I claw at the bed, trying to pull away. My legs feel like they are going to get pulled off. I scream and cry louder before I am yanked off the bed with a thud. I scream and claw at the floor as I am dragged away. The blanket is pulled off of me and I realize I'm being pulled into the closet. I scream louder before I hear a giggle and see nothing, but darkness. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">        I feel a flutter on my cheek and in my hair. I slowly open my eyes and see something fly by my face. I jump to my feet, and meet a wave of moths. I scream and swat them out of my hair. I hear a loud giggle and slowly turn to see the clown sitting in a chair, watching me. My eyes grow wide and I scream louder. I begin to choke as I feel a moth fly into my mouth. I spit it out and drop to the floor. Coughing as I taste the powder from it's wings that has coated my tongue. I run my sleeve across my tongue and scratch my tongue, trying to rid my tongue of powder. The clown giggles again. I twist around and glare at it. Another moth flies at my face and I scream again as I fall backwards onto my ass. I swat and cry, trying to keep the moths away from me. Again, the clown giggles. I flip it off and watch as it cocks it's head. I bite my lip, trying not to scream at it. I feel a moth flapping against my ear and swat it away furiously. I hear a thud above me and look up to see a horde of moths smack the ceiling, before dive bombing onto me. I scream as I curl up into a ball and cover my head with my arms. I cry as moths cover me. I hear a maniacal laugh and know it's the clown. All of a sudden I feel a light feeling. As if nothing is touching me. I raise my head up and look around. All the moths are gone. I look up and see the moths resting on the ceiling. I stand and jump in fright as I hear the clown giggle again. I begin to walk closer to it, to look at it. It growls when I get about ten feet away from it. I step to the side, trying to leave it's eyesight and it growls even deeper as it turns it's head to look at me. My eyes grow wide and I walk backwards away from it. It seems to smile more the farther I move away from it. I retreat into the corner that is the farthest from it and sit with my arms wrapped around my legs. I stare at the clown, tears running down my face. I rock myself and cry. I scream when all the moths attack me again. I cry and scream and swat. Each time I scream, the clown giggles. Eventually I give up and fall to my side. I close my eyes and hope that it all ends. Anyway it ends, I'd be happy with. A large moth lands on my face and I don't even bother to scream. I stay like this for what feels like hours. My eyes squeezed closed and the clown occasionally giggling. All of a sudden the moth on my face disappears, I wipe my hand across my cheek and open my eyes to look. On my hand is ash. I lift my head up and watch as the last few moths disintegrate into piles of ash. I look down at myself and see nothing but ash. I sit up and watch it all fall off of me like a blanket. I hear a creak and look up to see the clown standing. It's eyes glowing a blood red. It laughs and snaps it's teeth as it walks to me. I watch helplessly as it stops to stand in front of me. It crouches down and stares into my eyes. <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Georgia,'TimesNewRoman',verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:24.4799995422363px;">"You're mine now," He growls out before cackling it's cruel laugh. I scream and try to push away from it, but I'm stopped by the wall. I feel it's hands grab my shoulders and it violently shakes me, banging my head against the wall. I cry out before it picks me up and slams my whole body against the wall. I scream again, and it screams with me. As it screams moths fly from its mouth and into mine. I cough and try to spit them out, but to no avail. It drops me suddenly, then laughs. I look up at it and watch as it jumps at my face, its mouth open to show the array of sharp teeth, its eyes glowing bright orange. The last thing I feel, is the teeth digging into all sides of my face and a tugging. <ac_metadata title="Kailee&#039;s Torture (First pasta, thoughts welcomed)"> </ac_metadata>