I woke up in a cold sweat, my body feeling unnaturally still, as if I had stayed in that particular position for days. I breathed in and out, just as my mind told me to. Just a dream, I thought happily as I realized the sun was shining through the lace curtains, just a terrifying dream that I will end up having to go to the therapist's office twice a week for.... I breathed in and out some more, before my body was finally able to relax and let go of the tension. I slowly sat up, and streched my arms above my head. Then, remembering last night's terror, quickly put them on my lap.
"Well, this isn't gonna totally affect me for the rest of my life," I said aloud sarcasticaly and equally as bitter. I shook my head. I couldn't think about this now. I have to get to work. I got up and started walking to my dresser. After dressing in some random t-shirt and jeans, I rounded the corner to my closet, which, ironicaly, is located just out side my door. I put on the only jacket I had and was headed for the stairs when I realized something.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I turned to face my door. It was open when I got up, I just failed to notice it. I became slighly horrified, becuase I have always locked my bedroom door. I was always good on that, not once have I forgotton. But there was no mistake, it had been open, and still is. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt a familier presence. But not familier as in "Oh, joy, So- and so's here!" it more like "Oh, god, So- and-so's here!" So I ran down the stairs through the kitchen through the Mudroom and finally through the front door. I grabbed my faded green bike and headed down the mile long dirtroad off my property, not once daring to do anything but go straight ahead.
3:30 p.m.
As I came through the door, I remembered that I had to do laundry today or else it won't get done. I cautiously crept upstairs, aware that somehing's up there, waiting for me. I wanted to turn back and run, the feeling was so intense, but I reminded myself that I had a duty to do, and a lil' ghost who has black eyes and takes gymnastics wouldn't stop me.
I walked up the last few steps little bit more confedently, and when I reached the top, I felt victorious. I told myself to make a cake after laundry is done, to celebrate my triumph. Suddenly deflating my ego, the girl I had seen last night appeared in front of me, two inches away. She smiled that sinister smile, and pushed me. And then I was falling down the steps.
Groaning with pain at the bottom of the stairs, I looked to the top of them, and to my horror, the girl was on her stomach, quickly crawling towards me as her pure black eyes bore into mine, making sure I would never leave. I had to make a decision that would save me, because this time I was fully awake and I hadn't hit my head hard enough to make me go into unconssiouness. She's closer now, almost within a body's reach.
I made my decision. And it might be stupid.
Thank You,
Winter Ice
