Brittle CalmA Story by Sleep Practiceyou hear a noise and your eyes open not a loud noise the noise of rustling fabric like a shirt falling to a carpeted floor you open your eyes and stare into your room it’s
just light enough for you to make out shapes in the darkness you wait and stare and listen but nothing happens you relax and close your eyes the sound comes again closer from next to your bed you quickly turn over and open your eyes there is nothing there except for the sheet that
partly covers you you pull it to your chin your heart races and though the room is cold, you
sweat your mind wanders to dark places horror movies you have seen scary stories you have read or been told a clear and haunting image of something you saw when
you were younger and have never been able to forget all of these things come back to you cascading like a crimson wave cresting and crashing
into its self over and over you push the thoughts from your head they are not real they are make believe and faded memories and you are
an adult now you aren’t scared of the imaginary and the shapes
and shadows in your room even the ones that look like people . . . you close your eyes you think of the story you heard a few days ago a story of a man in his bed with his fingers missing bitten off the mangled remains left to stain the
carpet the story of a man who had his eyes pulled out for
looking at a figure in his darkened bedroom a figure that seems to writhe and vibrate the longer
you look at it a figure with needles for teeth and hands like rakes a figure that is always in your room waiting for you when you see it, you try to convince yourself it’s just another shadow just clothes hanging in your closet just a lamp and just a dresser and just your laundry
basket in the corner but if you stare too long if you really see it, it will know it will take your eyes when you reach your hand out it will take your fingers and if you make a noise it will visit you again you feel a tug on your sheets and you open your
eyes, coming back to reality you sit up eyes wide eyes searching you remember the story and you squeeze them shut another tug on your sheets this time they are pulled off of your bed you expect to see something at the foot of your bed
when you open your eyes but there is nothing only dark shapes and the soft electric hum of the
fan you turn on the light and search your room there are no monsters and you are alone the doors are locked and everything is how it should
be you convince yourself it was just a dream from the place in-between sleep and reality the place where you sometimes fall or trip and
startle in your bed it’s
muggy in your room and the air is still you figure you must have kicked the covers off
because now you are sweating you turn the light off and lay down, exhausted just wanting to sleep your day starts early and you are tired so very tired you are almost asleep when you hear the rustle of
fabric next to your ear in your bed you look and you scream you try to close your eyes you try to move to save yourself but the room is dark and the carpet, stained © 2022 Sleep Practice |
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Added on October 13, 2017 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 Author
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