Week 2 : fear

Under the covers I heard a sound. The usual bumps in the night tend to leave me motionless in my bed but this one was different. It was more than a bump. There was someone in my room. I felt their presence, and it wasn’t a welcoming feeling. No, it was hostile. I lay as still as I could, psyching myself up for what I was about to do. I convinced myself to be logical. There was no one in the room. No one would be able to get into my house, especially without anyone hearing them. I would simply roll over and stop being ridiculous. It was so childish of me to lay there and believe that someone was in my room. But I couldn’t get the courage.

All of the sudden, the feeling got closer, and then through the silence I heard someone say “Don’t move.” Silence fallowed immediately. Now, I was completely freaked out. When I finally got the courage to roll over and see, there was nothing, except a little light shining in the corner. They looked like eyes…