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.
breath in. breath out.
They're out there. You know it. The silence doesn't fool you.
They're always out there.
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.
Rank breath straight in your face.
It doesn't matter, that it's only in your head where you can smell 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
panting at the window.
You don't see anything
but it's still very much 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
You don't hear anything anymore.
Neither the creaking.
Not even panting.
All's suffocatingly still.
You don't open them.
You know better.
the thing about monsters
they cannot do you a thing
you do not
that they're nothing more
but a part of your distorted imagination
doesn't make them go away
Not their claws.
Not their teeth.
Or the cold sweat they cause.
Or white bulging eyes
The air in your room's frigid,
the atmosphere crushing you, crushing your chest
you're cracking down
and falling apart
But you do not open your eyes.
You can't fall asleep.
As much as you wish for it
you never can.
So you wait
till the morning
and the sun.
breath in. breath out.
breath in. breath out. breath
and it's all gone.
No sound of Them.
No smell of Them.
Just the darkness
and giving up
to early mornings gray light
by the sound of the forest behind your backyard
your parents stirring in their sleep in the room next to yours
an old quiet house
of all the wicked.
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 sense in worrying beforehand.
You've been over so many of them already.
And you live.
It's going to be fine.
-...'m terribly sorry for your loss.
-It must be hard.
-I...I don't think tha... that I'll ever be able to get over this...
I...I can't... I...
-Shhh, it's alright now. Calm down.
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