Laying in bed, with part of the covers touching the floor. I can hear it walking around outside the bedroom door. It moves past the partially open door. The all too familiar sound wakes me. I wait in silence for a confirmation for what woke me. I hear it slowly creep up to the partially open bedroom door.
The door creaks open a bit as I hear it enter the room. My back is facing the door and I don’t turn around. I don’t want to face it. My feet hanging off the edge of the bed, I pull them in closer towards me. I start to slowly pull the covers up to my head. The covers come off the floor and back onto the bed. It’s times like this that I wish I had a dog or hadn’t broken up with my ex.
There is a cold chill that fills the entire room, like I knew it would, hence why I reached for the covers. The hairs on my arms stand, and my breathing picks. I start thinking about my vacation, anywhere to take me away from here. I can feel something is starring at me and that it’s standing at the foot of the bed.
I’m not a religious man, but if I were I would have started praying right about now. Now the back of my neck feels a sharp chill. Almost immobile, I can only move my head, as I dig it into my pillow and close my eyes. I do this before I’m too paralyzed by fear to do so.
Then I can feel it moving, walking closer to the bed. It’s stand next to me, and I hold my breath to keep from screaming. Not that it will do any good as nothing ever comes out. I feel it lightly touching the covers and running its hand, or so I think, up from my ankles to the back of my knees. Its hand stops moving and I can’t feel it anymore.
The bed squeaks as it sits right next to me. I’m complete frozen, even my mind can’t think. Even if I pulled all my energy to scream, I’m not able too, I completely catatonic. I can feel it over me, as it was screaming at me. I feel a force pressing on my chest, holding me downing. I’m fighting to move, using all my force, yelling at the top of my lungs and nothing. I don’t move or utter a word, can’t even blink my eyes. Just tears of utter fear building on the corner of my eyes.
I go flying out of my bed, slamming into the ground hard. Whatever was hold me down stopped, and I’m able to move now. My chest hurts as if someone punched it. I get up to my knees, with my hands still on the floor. The room is not cold, and the warmth has returned to my body. I can feel something moving by the door, its vibration felt on the floor. Without moving my head I look up, a figure is at the door. It looks at me and takes a step back and falls into the shadow. The door slowly creaks shut.
I get up knowing the worst has past. I pick myself up and get back into bed with the covers once again touching the floor. I wipe the tears from my cheeks. Take a deep breath, and close my eyes. Within minutes I’m asleep. The worst parts of my night has past and I can now rest in peace.
Day #32 SJD
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