Room

i stared at the large two story house my parents had just bought. the windows all seemed to be tinted with a color i dont know quite how to describe. the outside walls were a shade of grey and the door seemed to be a redish brown through my eyes, though everyone else saw it as a light brown. my parents had me taken in to the eye doctor to see if i was color blind but i came out with a perfect score. nothing wrong with my eyes. the sky seemed to be darker whenever i was near that house. but i didnt say anything. as we packed our stuff into the house, my parents asked me to take some boxes up stairs. so i grabbed a box and started into the house. the feeling of being watched came over me, and the uneasiness of being in a graveyard shuttered through my skin. i tried to hurry back down stairs after i practically dropped the box and bolted. is i rushed to the stairs to go back down something moved at the corner of my eye, and seemed to vanish when it reached a door on the end of the hall. i stopped dead in my tracks and stared with a feeling of terror in my eyes as i watched the door. waiting. watching. but nothing happened. i almost fell down the stairs as i went down. i kept what i thought i had saw to myself.

now it was time to choose who got what room in the house. my parents got the master bedroom on the bottom floor, my little sister got the room next to them. two of the rooms upstairs turned into a home gym and an office for my father. my brother and i had to share a room. the only room left. the room down the hall. after we had finished unpacking all of our things in the room, something strange happened. the lights flickered a little, and i felt a chill run up my spine. i looked at the window to find that, to my displeasure, it was closed. i asked my brother, "hey, did you feel that?"

he replied, "feel what?"

after explaining the chill and the lights he told me he didnt feel anything, and nothing happened with the lights. i thought for a second. how couldnt he have noticed the lights, and he was normally the one to get cold easily. i didnt think much of it as i heard my mother yell dinner time. finally something to take my mind off things.

as we ate, i got the feeling of being watched again. like someone was looking right at my back. i look behind me, nothing. i ask my parents, my brother, if they felt anything strange. they said no, but strangely at the same time. they went back to eating, but with expressionless faces. i stood up and slowly backed away. "ill just... go to the bathroom... ill be right back,". my sister stared at me, her eyes seemed different. there not the happy eyes they used to be, they looked more angry. they have never looked like that, i thought. whats happening to my 5 year old sister?

as i went upstairs to our bathroom, i got the feeling of being watched again. i closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, trying to make sense of what might be happening. there is a mirror in front of the toilet where i was sitting. my eyes were drawn to my reflection in it, but there was something off. in my reflection, the walls seemed darker, like as if they were shadowed by something. i looked deeper into the mirror, but the closer i got to it, the darker the walls became. until i was standing in front of it, sarounded by what seemed to be a dark, colorless void. my reflection started moving, even though i stand still. the figure seemed to be reaching out to me. as i stood there, locked with horror, i felt my arm being lifted, as if the reflection was controlling it. the reflection reached into the darkness, and i followed suite, and looked to be clutching something. i felt my hands begin to grip on something, and i forced my head to see what it was. i look at my hand to see it clutching my fathers old shaving razor. the one with one blade and a handle. i stared in horror as the reflection pulled its hand back in front of it, but it had no knife in its hand, it was empty. it brought its hand to its stomach, as if it was going to push something through it, and to my horror my arms did the same, the tip of the razor pressed to the stomach of my shirt. and slowly. it began to pull inward. cutting though my shirt as it begin to force through, i closed my eyes in pain, clinching my teeth, tears running though my eyes. but my eyes open, seeming to be by themselves as i see my reflection now holding the knife in its hands. still pulling in. i watch in shier terror as i see myself forcing the razor through my stomach, feeling every bit of pain and agony. i cough hard, feeling something running down from my mouth, and hearing what sounded lick water hitting the bathroom floor. i watched as my reflection continued to push the razor in until the handle was the only thing visible. i couldnt stop. i couldnt leave. i couldnt bare to watch but it forced me to. but my reflection was expressionless. emotionless. as if it could feel no pain. no agony. it began to pull the razor up. cutting through skin and organs. and my arms follow. i tried to scream in pain. but my sounds never came. i could feel the puddle of blood against my feet as it became sticky and wet. i could feel every little bit of pain. i could see every bit of myself. and i couldnt look away. i wanted to die. but i didnt. i couldnt. the reflection still lived. so i lived. the demonic reflection of myself seemed to draw back the blood into its own body. but mine lay on the floor. and the darkness slowly faded away. bringing back just the reflection of myself. i collapse. all of a sudden i hear pounding on the door. screams of "let me in" and "are you ok" filled my ears. my mind was filled with nothing but pain. and all i could do was lay there in my own blood. twitching. waiting. as my vision goes blurry, i look back at the mirror. and in splattered, streaked deep bloody read letters was the words, "DONT CLOSE YOUR EYES"

i jump and sit up rapidly. everyone in class staring at me with wide eyes. even the teacher. a look of torment and terror in my eyes, they send me to the office. again. ever since i moved into that house. the nightmares still haunt me. i stay up at night. watching. waiting. staring at that door. waiting for what you ask? for that dark figure to return. so i can show the world im not insane.