They weren’t just plain nightmares anymore; they were something bigger, more in depth, almost real. She could hear the creaking of the floors in the hallway, almost like he was standing outside her door, waiting for just the perfect moment to strike. His voice seemed to flow constantly in her ears, but he had no mouth. His cold stare would look right through her tiny soul, but he had no eyes. He was always there, always. Especially when night drew near, he’d be more powerful. It must make him happy to know that I have been suffering from the wrath of his little mind games. This goes on throughout each night until my savior, the morning light, comes to recue me from the tossing and turning.
Her mother tells her it’s all in her head. That nothing will come to hurt her, and that she is safe here at home. I am not quite so sure of that yet. Actually, she knows it’s not true. She will never feel secure again, not as long as he’s there. No one can save her now. But no one will believe her either. She is completely, utterly helpless. The time comes around once again. Tonight, he’s closer than before. He stands there outside my bedroom door. That’s his favorite place to lurk, in the darkness he hides from me. If he knows he can just get me now, why must he wait. To torture me so that I’ll just flat out die from the suspense? No, he has better plans. Wait, just then there was a scratching at the door. Her eyes slowly shift from the ceiling to the door as she tries not to make any other movements with her body. The scratching got louder and deeper, turning into a banging. Then it stopped, all at once. She was relieved, but only for a second. The feeling of a person grabbing her arms and legs came over her and a cold stale feeling made her flinch. Then she heard it. “I’m coming, you’re done, give up.” The words were so clear and fluent, she new she couldn’t have been dreaming. But the better question would be: Was it true? The feeling left her and she was alone. But the cold still clang to her bones, shifting it’s way I her body making her terribly unnerved. She couldn’t find herself to go back to sleep, so she just waited out the night. It seemed that the morning came late that day, and it took a toll on her. When her mother asked why she looked the way she did, she just replied: “Because.” Her mother took the response anyway, said see you later, and went out the front door for work. As her mother shut the door behind her as if by magic, he appeared again. She didn’t want to have to worry anymore, she simply uttered these words: “I give up.” Later that afternoon when her mother came home, she entered the door abruptly and called to her daughter. No one answered. She called again, this time in a much louder voice. Still no answer. She looked all around the house for her daughter but she was nowhere to be found. She was gone.
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