When I was around 10 years old, I..
went to bed one night. As I laid down, mind wandering and eyes open, I heard a blood gurgling scream. It was vivid. I thought I was dreaming at first but I felt wide awake. But don’t we all think that during our dreams? I couldn’t be sure… yet the scream was from inside the house. Thump, thump, thump.
My bed was positioned in my room in such a way that I could see out the door and down the hallway. Nothing could cross this hallway without me seeing it. I could see the stairs. Thump.. THUMP. Someone was climbing the stairs.
THUMP. W-w-wait a minute… mom?! I saw my Mom make it to the top of the stairs with a hand covering her head, and visible distress. She enters the living room/kitchen. I was in shock. What is going on? My body was frozen. It took me a second but I managed to muster the courage to get out from under my blanket. I followed her into the room. The light was off. Weird. I turned it on and lying within the darkness I saw…. nothing.
Mom? I went into the kitchen. No one. I turned back as quick as I could and ran… across the hallway, past my room, and knocked on the door to my parents bedroom. It didn’t open quick enough. It was locked. I knocked again. A quiet shuffle, a few padded steps, and a click. The door opens and behind it stands… my mom.
She was asleep the whole time.
Submitted February 10, 2019 at 07:32AM by imp3order