You lie awake in the darkness.

The bed's soft and warm, covers caressing your arms, your face pressed lightly against the pillows.

but it gives no comfort at all

Your breathing's slow, deep.

breath in. breath out. breath in. breath out.

You hear the floorboards creak somewhere in the house.

But you do not flinch. You do not squirm.

And most importantly-you do NOT open your eyes.

I don't see Them, They don't see me. I don't see Them, They don't see me. I don't see Them...

But you feel Them.

It's impossible not to.

They won't harm you as long as you don't open your eyes

But it doesn't mean They'll give up.

They're still there.

Watching.

Waiting.

breath in. breath out.

They're out there. You know it. The silence doesn't fool you.

They're always out there.

Watching.

waiting

There's one in the corner, right there, next to the closed door.

This one isn't facing you. Its back is turned as it just sits there, huddled.

almost like a frightened child

Slow but deliberate scratch can be heard from that corner.

You keep calm.

Just lie there.

Lie and don't open your eyes.

Another is right in front of you.

infrontofyouNEXTtoyou

Rank breath straight in your face.

It doesn't matter, that it's only in your head where you can smell it.

feel it

Feel it.

It's there alright.

But you don't move. You know better than this.

Don't open your eyes.

Don't acknowledge them.

Don't let them get to you.

Your minds ear picks up the sound of someone

something

panting at the window.

You don't see anything

don'topenyoureyesdon'topenyoureyesdon't

but it's still very much present.

Present,

just like the heavy sound of silence, that suddenly overcame the room,

covering everything in a thick duvet and pressing down into you.

it's not just the silence there

is it?

You don't hear anything anymore.

Neither the creaking.

Nor scratching.

Not even panting.

All's still.

All's suffocatingly still.

dontopenyoureyesdontopenyoureyes

dontopenyoureyesdontOPENYOUREYES

You don't open them.

You know better.

After all

the thing about monsters

is that

they cannot do you a thing

so long

as

you do not

open

your

eyes.

Pretending

that they're nothing more

but a part of your distorted imagination

doesn't make them go away

but

it does

keep

you

safe.

They

can't

harm

you.

Not their claws.

Not their teeth.

Or the cold sweat they cause.

Or shivers.

Or white bulging eyes

that stare

haunted

at you.

They

cannot

harm

you.

The air in your room's frigid,

the atmosphere crushing you, crushing your chest

your lungs

your head.

you're cracking down

and falling apart

and crackin'

an' fallin'

fallin'

But you do not open your eyes.

don'tdon'tdon'tdontdontdontd

You can't fall asleep.

As much as you wish for it

you never can.

So you wait

till the morning

and the sun.

Only then

can you

open

your eyes.

breath in. breath out.

inhale.

exhale.

breath in. breath out. breath

and it's all gone.

No sound of Them.

No smell of Them.

No presence.

Just the darkness

lifting

its veil

brightening

and giving up

to early mornings gray light

heavy silence

dethroned

by the sound of the forest behind your backyard

your parents stirring in their sleep in the room next to yours

and

an old quiet house

empty

of all the wicked.

They're gone.

Another night

survived.

You dare to move

and gently stretch

smile to yourself.

You briefly wonder how will you go through next night.

is it all over?

But don't think too much about it.

isn't it too early?

There's still time until next night.

no traps?

No sense in worrying beforehand.

no tricks?

You've been over so many of them already.

should

And you live.

I

It's going to be fine.

open

Just fine.

You

the

can open

eyes?

your eyes


-...'m terribly sorry for your loss.

-...thank you...

-It must be hard.

-I...I don't think tha... that I'll ever be able to get over this...

Oh God!

I...I can't... I...

-Shhh, it's alright now. Calm down.

-...all...right...

alright?

alRIGHT?!

Our daughter was KILLED in the middle of the night in the room NEXT to us!

Some sick BASTARD STRANGLED her!

SHE WAS MURDERED!

...and we couldn't help her...

HOW CAN IT BE FUCKING ALRIGHT, HUH?!

YOU FUCKING TELL ME!?


you shouldn't have opened your eyes