Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30891328-20161230024556

This is my first time here. I'd like any feedback and please be gentle.

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I thought it was a man, now I don't know what that ... thing ... actually was. It started several months ago. I went to bed and had the nightmare of my life! I woke up to the sound of creaking. Luckily my phone was lying next to me and I was listening to music. I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight, and started searching the room. As I searched, I noticed two things; one was that me and my parents were all sleeping in one huge bed together (we don't normally do that), the other was that the walls in the room we were in looked old and had a really bad paint job. I saw nothing else in the room, but could still hear the sound of a someone tip-toeing through the room. Then my phone started to ring. It said "unknown number," but for some reason I answered it.

I put the phone up to my ear and said,  "Hello?", in a shaky voice.

The person on the other end said, "I'm..... watching........ you....... Boy," in a voice that sounds like a demon.

I then saw in the wall something that I swear was never there before! I saw a big hole, and I saw in the hole, a face! The eye looked red, as if they stared at a really bright light for at least an hour, and he had blue skin. That's all I could remember before waking up and I was breathing heavily. I was relieved to know that it was all a dream.

The next morning I told my parents about it. They said,  "Then thank God it was only a dream."

I, too, thought it was a dream. I never was so wrong. Two months ago I went to bed, and a few hours later I heard the same voice from my dream It was coming from my room vent. I heard the voice say, "I'm..... still...... watching."

I told my parents about it the next day, but they assured me there was nobody in the walls, but I couldn't forget anything. Three weeks ago, I was walking home from school and saw a old man sitting at a bench, reading a newspaper. I saw what the front page story was and I remember it saying "Serial Killer Executed." I saw the man in the picture and recognized it as the same man from my dream. When I got home I looked this man up on Google, He was a serial killer, like the paper had said. His name was John Schwasher. I found a video interview with him on the local news website; the voice sounded eerily familiar. He was executed the night I had that dream. Moments before he was killed, he said that his spirit would return and continue his life's work.

I just answered my phone and it is him. This might be my last thing I tell you guys. Because ........ he's right behind me.

Thanks for reading. 