Fear itself

The room became dark, as it always did at this time of day. The sun had just gone down, and so had I. I slowly creeped into my bed. I got under the covers and just waited- waited – I waited for a sound. Maybe a movement in the closet or under my bed. Or a scratch against the window. I was scared as usual. I was listening to see if there was someone coming to get me, but i would ask myself questions such as: “why me, what have I done, what will happen to me afterwards”. Of course nothing ever happened. Until a scratch on the door, a movement in the closet, and a rustle under my bed. I knew it was over; it was over from the start.

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