User:Queermosexual

ANSWER ME

It's late. Too late. You stare at your ceiling, contemplating the universe. Until a thought crosses your mind. I disturbing thought. This very thought sends a chill down your spine. The more you think about it, the more disturbing it becomes, and when you think about it, you get a heart-sinking feeling. You think about it s o much, that you just have to say it aloud. "What if someone is watching me?" You whisper. Just then you hear a thud outside your door. You panic and hide under the thin duvet that is covering you. The door cracks open. "Do you... Cry when you bleed? Do you scream out for God, but hear no response? Does your blood seep through your shirt?" The door opens further. "ANSWER ME!" You don't answer. The door begins to open more. Grabbing tightly to the duvet, you sob silently. "ANSWER ME!" Your cries get louder and louder as you hear his footsteps coming close. "... Fine... I don't need an answer..." He pulls away the duvet, to see you quivering in fear. He takes out a knife. He puts the knife on your stomach, then begins slitting back and forth, back and forth. You begin to scream and cry, blood everywhere. On the knife, seeping through your shirt, and making a nice puddle around you in the sheets. The man laughs sinisterly. With each slice, he laughs harder, a smile growing across his face as he begins to pant heavily. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The man laughs as he rubs your blood on his face. This is it. You're bleeding out, as he watches you, his black eyes meet yours. You scream out to the sky, but there is no response. He knows you don't have much time left, so he looks at you and utters one final phrase. "I guess I was right..." You awake in a jolt. Sweat runs down your face. Taking a deep inhale, you realize it was only a nightmare, like one you used to have as a kid. You relax, and slowly drift back to sleep... Until a disturbing thought crosses your mind... You hear a voice...