#bless ya

You are alone. The house is consumed by darkness.

You are alone. The house is empty and cold; you’re shivering, stupidly wondering if you should turn the heater on or not. The blankets weighing you down are not enough to warm you in your freezing room.

You are alone. The house is a noiseless void except for the same old wood creaks here and there; it’s the house settling or the wind blowing, or whatever explanation mom gave you when you were young and scared. Honestly, after all these years it’s just background noise.

You are alone. You know you’re alone. You saw your parents leave, you haven’t heard them park their car, or open up the gate, so they haven’t come back yet. The thuds you hear outside your room are off beat, not quite like the sound of any old house just doing what any old house does. It almost sounds like footsteps. Slow, dragging footsteps. Coming closer and closer. But- that’s stupid, you’re alone. You would hear your shitty,rusty, front door being opened, and you would definitely hear any window be smashed open. They’re not footsteps. You’re just tired and sleep-deprived.

Your eyes are burning as if your body knows something your mind hasn’t quite caught up to. Crying randomly isn’t a new phenomenon though, it happens often when you keep all the shit in for far too long, and it all just ends up suddenly tumbling out. Fuck. Fuck. No, that’s not it. Your legs are jittery, your hands are shaking, shit, you’re practically half-way to a panic attack. Like something is trying to claw out of your chest and onto the floor. Out of this room, out of this house.

There’s the sound of scratching on the walls outside…inside? You don’t know anymore, it’s echoing inside of your head and all you can do is cry. Somewhere, something is scratching at the walls. You try to rationalize it. Rats, probably rats. It has to be rats. It has to be rats.

You pull your sheets over your head. It’s stupid. You realize it’s the dumbest, most childish thing you could do. The idea that nothing could ever get you in the safety of your bed is ridiculous, you know that. Like sheets and blankets could ever be a shield against anything.

There’s knocking on your door.

Slow knocking on your door.

Quiet knocking on your door.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart beating a mile a minute, but the door doesn’t open.

Everything hushes once again, like the bad dream has finally come to an end. You don’t want to come out from under the sheets, you feel protected, safe. You can hardly breathe though, the panic took all of your breath away. So, you come up for air.

You are alone.

You won’t be able to sleep, might as well get up and turn on the light and do something. Maybe even turn on the heater since the room’s even colder now. Well, when your legs stop feeling like jelly.

Suddenly, you feel wind against your face. No, not wind. Something’s breathing on your face, cold and wet.

omg hi!! noooo that must be so frustrating 😫😫

Okay, this is super fun to me bc...

I dont think I ever did?