Adhere to her blanket. She selected yet another graphic murder mystery, another death, another ghost story. Just to have something interesting to share with her friends, who would frequently bring up the question of interesting activities happening in her life, which were none, therefore, she would rather not address. Another reason was that it also kept her mind occupied from all the things she didn’t want to feel. Death and the terrifying stories that kept her up all night also helped her escape. She would retell the stories to her friends, disturbing them for days.
Things changed when she started sharing stories that weren’t from the internet but when she herself began to feel, her friends would say that was because she watched those negative things, she was now beginning to feel paranoid.
She occasionally questioned whether the ominous presence she feels had somehow made its way to her house through her computer screen? Why did she begin to sense shadows lurking around her out of nowhere?
She would now be reluctant to turn down the lights in her bedroom, but she would have to do it because it was a crime to sleep with the lights on in her home. She chose not to commit the offense. So, after much deliberation, she decided to do so and welcome the nightmare to her bed.
With the lights gone, she could actually now feel it standing still, not moving, and most importantly, gazing at her with those pit-black depthless eyes that were riveted on her. It would not take those dead eyes away from her, making her feel uneasy, restless, and her heartbeat now echoed in her ear. It seemed like her endless night had begun. The presence that she felt is now overwhelming her, the voice in her head screams, ‘it is right there.’
The rigidity struck her chest all of a sudden. She thought to herself, “I fucking need a diversion, music?” It might be helpful? Maybe… puts on her headphones, let herself sink into music beats. However, she couldn’t help her situation, and things only got worse. She could now hear it, not the music but that thing that stands still. Was it possible for the noise so loud to sound like silence, like nothing? Only felt hollow and sinister. She pretended it wasn’t there, however, she could then pinpoint exactly where it was, and she also knew that she would not make the wrong guess.
The gravity of the situation got to her. Her breath became loud, and her hands began to perspire.
Not only did she know that whatever it is, it has a man’s broad shoulder, but she also sensed that it stinks and that it is creeping out of her chest. Again, the question crippled her, ‘How can she get such a potent stench when she is aware that there is nothing to smell?’ Even though she wanted to yell, she realized that her voice was already faltering. She takes out her headphones and plays Taylor Swift’s “Love story” on repeat while hiding under the blanket, believing that the loud music can drown out the room’s clamor. She tries to tune out the sudden drop in temperature in the room while trying to vibe to the song when she feels the blanket suddenly lift. Out of panic, she attempts to quickly take it back as she feels a blinding light suddenly shine on her eyes, temporarily blinding her and putting her on the verge of losing consciousness. Just as her mother screams, “Why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s three in the morning. Turn off the music!”
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