I can't help but feel inadequate sometimes. I guess that is what started this whole problem I had. I guess it happened when I started to write. I was one of those people that enjoy a good horror story even some sci-fi.
"Henry! Get off the computer and clean your room," my mom yelled to me from the top of the stairs.
"In a minute!" my usual reply to the request. I was on fire right now, no way was I going to quit writing when I was so close to finishing the creepiest story I had ever written! I just needed to come up with a description of the creature. My mind suddenly flashed an image into my mind that made even me shiver I had to quickly write it down!
"HENRY! NOW!" My mother's angry screams came from the second floor.
"All right I am coming!" I yelled back placing the exclamation mark at the end of the description. I read the description quickly to make sure I got it down correctly. Satisfied I got up and walked up the stairs.
"Start with the pile of clothes in the corner then put the ones on your bed away got it?" My mother asked when I got up the steps.
"Yeah I know the routine," I snapped as I walked into my room slamming the door behind me I looked over at the corner piled with clothes. I sighed, 'what a waste of my summer' I thought to myself as I walked over grabbing the clothes up in my arms turning around to take them out. I dropped them as soon as I saw it. I cannot describe how scared I was except I was at the point of instant tears. In the corner near the door stood the man from my story. He was pale like I had described. A little taller than most but the parts of him that terrified was his head. The left side of his face looked as though a cheese grater had passed over it a couple of times. The whites of his eyes blood shot each red line leading to a pure black pupil. Then he noticed I was watching him and he smiled. Dear god the horror of the smile. A black liquid mixed with blood poured out over and between his decaying teeth. The railroad spike in his mouth did not as to pleasantries either.
I closed my eyes quickly wishing it would go away I and with great effort opened the left one to peak back at the corner to find him gone. I looked around the room again to make sure he was not there still shaking I walked over to my bedroom door opening it quickly grabbing my clothes I ran out of my room terrified of seeing him in there again.
Finishing my chores I quicker than I have ever before I sat in my chair looking at the story I had started. Just staring at it and the horror I had to witnessed, 'I am just thinking too hard about it is all, just have to realize it is not real,' I told myself staring at the description. He looked so real! So terrifying and that smile! Finally I shut off the computer and sat down to watch Television.
"Time for bed you have a doctor's appointment tomorrow so no staying up late tonight," my mom said grabbing the remote and turning the television off.
"Can I sleep on the couch?" I asked still shaken about the ordeal earlier.
"No, you have a bed and you are going to use it," my mom answered walking up the stairs, "Now get to bed!"
I stood out in the hall way staring at the inside of my room. Darkness all around it I reached in half expecting his hands to grab me and pull me in. Instead my hand hit the light switch and merciful light sprang from my ceiling I gingerly stepped in looking around I quickly changed my eyes wide open watching every part of my room. 'Stop freaking out, it was all in your head!' I kept telling myself as I got on my bed reached up to the fan light and pulled the light. Dreadful darkness, I quickly Covered up under the sheets and closed my eyes. My darkness away from darkness. I lay there for some time trying to fall asleep.
*tap tap*
The sound of tapping on wood startled me but I was too afraid to open my eyes, fear of what I might see
*tap* *tap* *tap*
It became more persistent. My eyes shot open, a decision I regret. He was there standing there smiling at me just smiling his eyes watching me with anticipation I quickly my eyes again hoping I was having a moment of insanity again.
*tap* *tap*
They shot open again. He was still there leaning closer. He suddenly straightened and began to move toward the side of the bed. 'Oh god, please no please!' He began to move toward me his hands gliding on my bed I felt his hand brush my leg it felt cold and dead in those few seconds. He was finally there standing at the head of my bed he leaned in slowly till his face was near mine. I could not close my eyes I could not do anything my mind was so terrified I just stared at him. He began to mouth something sounds escaping his throat until finally he could talk.
"F-father," He croaked staring at me his grin widening.
I did nothing, How could I? This thing just called me its dad. Its hand suddenly moved up to the bed. Badly shaking it moved it up to my face and touched it. At that moment my mind snapped back into reality and I screamed. I screamed and screamed I could not stop screaming I was so scared. He just stood there his hand on my facing stuck like glue. My mom ran in flicking the lights she ran over to me.
"What is it what's wrong?!" my mother asked terrified as she looked around.
She couldn't see him! He was right next to her and she couldn't see him my anger swelled in me. How could she let him terrify me and wonder why I am so scared I didn't know what happened next, But when I came to I was in a room. Not mine but some white room I tried to move my hand to cover my eyes but something was keeping them from moving I looked down to see a straitjacket. Realization suddenly struck me I turned to look around and there he was! The same smile plastered on his face when I looked over to him. I jerked away as he got up and walked toward me.
"You hear the story about this one?" A voice came from behind the wall with the door on it.
"No what happened?" another voice asked.
"Cops were called for a peace disturbance when they got there they found a kid banging his head on the wall screaming at something to go away and his mom laying on the ground strangled to death," the first voice explained.
Horror as I realized that he was referring to me in my room. My mother, I killed her. I could not comprehend it, it was not possible!
"Father?" a voice near me. I quickly turned my head back to see the man's face inches from mine. "Father?" he said again. I stared at him again with nothing else to do I began to cry.





