As I stared at the ceiling in my dark room, something caught my attention. A quick shadow ran across the wall of my closet. The apartment was awfully quiet at night, so any noise would've been caught by my ears, which held back my long, dirty blond hair. My steel gray eyes scanned the room nervously, but my mind already started creating reasonable explanations for the shadow.
It's just something outside, I told myself reassuringly as I pushed the bangs out of my eyes. There's nothing supernatural about this.
With my mind settled down, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep once more. The day had been hard, school had been a killer, and my brain hurt like no other. I hoped to fall asleep and be able to wake up in time to go to school the next morning on time, but the way my headache was going, I wasn't sure that was going to happen.
My brain started shutting down, and I fell into a deep sleep not even five minutes later...
And then something awoke me again.
My eyes shot open as the scream filled my room. I sat up immediately, taking a quick but thorough scan of my apartment room once more. The shadow stood in the corner once more by my closet. My eyes widened and my breathing became heavier. This same shadow had been here before. Each time I tried telling someone I knew about the shadow, they didn't believe me. Their reaction would force me to reconsider whether I was just seeing things due to my paranoia or if they were really there. Now that I was seeing it again, I knew it was real.
The shadow stared back at me and my heart beat increased. It was staring so intently, so cruelly, that I wanted to just die right then and there just so that I wouldn't have to face whatever it was that it wanted to put me through. It felt like I was in a horror movie, one that I couldn't just pause and catch my breath in.
I took a deep, oddly painful breath and cringed. My ribs bent as I breathed.
No one believes me. I can't even trust myself. The dark's decieving. I looked over at the T.V. I bet you anything this is because of all the scary movies I watch...
The shadow took a step closer and his footsteps rang out in my room. I snapped my attention back to him.
This isn't just in my head I concluded. He's too real to be fake...
The room was colder. I couldn't do anything but stare and wonder if he was really there.
Something dripped out the corner of my mouth and I furrowed my brow. It kept dripping down my lips, and onto my jawline. I reached up with my hand and wiped whatever it was off my face. Through the moonlight in the window I looked at my hand to see what it was. Red, sticky liquid resided there, right where I had wiped.
My eyes widened again in fear. What the hell was going on? Why was I bleeding? And what the hell was that shadow? A ghost? A demon? A monster of some sort? Too many questions and too little time to figure anything out, I feared.
I got out of my bed, keeping a close eye on the shadow. I didn't make any sudden moves, for fear of giving it the wrong idea of what I was doing. I just wanted to run. I wasn't going to try and attack him, not like I could, I feared. As I turned toward the door, my television turned on and I paused. The sounds of a little girl talking lightly filled the air behind me, from the T.V.
I turned to face it and froze. A little girl was staring at me from the T.V screen, staring right into my eyes. She smiled and tilted her head to the side. I tilted my head as well, in confusion. Who was this, and what did she have to do with me?
I heard loud giggles from the same girl, only this time they came from the shadow behind me. My heart almost stopped as I realized that the shadow could've moved anywhere by now in the room. I quickly turned around to take a look.
A cold, dead hand grabbed me from the television and pulled me back, taking me to it. I screamed, struggling to get free. More hands appeared and grabbed onto me to help the first, pulling harder the more I fought. I felt claws scraping at my face and my torso as I fought back for my life.
I looked at the shadow in fear and desperation, hoping he was there to help me out. To my dismay, the shadow pounced on me as well, shoving me backwards toward the television screen. I knew this was the end. There was nothing I could do against a shadow and some unknown powerful force that was against me.
I screamed as my feet were pulled through the screen first. I felt myself disintegrating inside the t.v. My legs soon followed, the pain of the disintegration echoing through my entire body. The pain moved into my chest as my entire torso was pulled in next. It felt as if acid were coursing through my blood, eating me away from the inside. I didn't know what to do other than scream as my neck was pulled in as well. I could see the shadow smirking at me as my chin, and then my face was pulled in too. My scream became became a robotic mess, and I saw the girl, along with several other dead beings inside. Then everything went black...
I awoke in a cold sweat. The dream happened often, and I wondered why. I checked my lips for blood, not finding any.
I sighed in a great relief. I was alive, and no shadow was around. I laid my head back on the pillow and smiled. Dreams could be so confusing.
A knock on the wall of my closet caught my attention, however. I frowned and my eyes suddenly widened. I slowly looked over, afraid to see what it was.
The face of the shadow in my dreams stared back at me, smirking evilly.
LYRICS TO THE SONG THAT INSPIRED THIS SHORT: (Up There by VersaEmerge)
There's something up there, it slipped out the cracks of my lips.
There's something up there, it slipped through the cracks.
I saw it from the corner of my eyes.
There's something up there, it slipped through the cracks, I swear.
No one believes me,
I can't even trust me,
The dark's deceiving,
Blame it on the television.
There's something up there, it slipped through the cracks of my lips
I saw it in the corner of my eyes... it's not just in my head!!!
No one believes me,
I can't even trust me,
The dark's deceiving
Blame it on the televison
X2
Medicated dreams, a feeling I call lonely X2
A noisy repeat, a twist in my sheets, it's chillin my room oh i can't sleep
I only stare, is it really there?
(Creepy talking in the back)
I saw it.....
(More creepy talking)
No one believes me
I can't even trust me
The dark's deceiving
Blame it on the television X2
Blame it on the television X2
