This Is a story I made call The Fear
I awaken to a scratching noise somewhere near my closet. I try to get up but, I can’t move and after I try to the scratching becomes more vigorous. So I try and hold still. I start to whimper fearfully. An animalistic laugh emanates from the closet. Tears start falling down my face and I hear the closet doors creak open. I can feel the thing getting closer from the heavy footsteps coming nearer towards me. I hear nails scratching against the walls. Soon it comes into my peripheral vision. It climbs from the ceiling to the wall right beside my bed, the way in which I’m turned. It looks somewhat like the creature from the movie Mama. Instead its head is twisted around and hanging grotesquely. It starts making a horrifying sharp scream when it realizes that I’m watching it. My friend barges into my room and the creature disapears and I can finally move. I quickly get up and tell her everything that happened. She tells me that she thinks I may be suffering from sleep paralysis. She tells me that it helped her to have people around to help you out of it.
Today was pretty usual, get ready, eat breakfast, go to work, head home, hang out with my friends, and end up heading to bed. Tonight, instead of sleeping alone I had my boyfriend with me so then if something happened he would hopefully wake up and shake me out of it. I had trouble going to sleep but Bracken assured me that he would help me out of my trance like state. When I fall asleep I dream of being in a neverending nightmare purgatory. When I wake up, I wake up to the same scratching, and after a while I hear The Fear sneak out of the closet and climb up on the wall. I decided to name it ‘The Fear’ because it is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen and heard. It slowly came into my view and soon climbed on top of me and screamed into my face. I started sobbing, and soon Bracken pulled me close to him and asked me what was wrong. Soon The Fear climbed eerily and jerkily back into the closet. I told him what had happened and I found myself crying into his chest. When he finally looked up to me he gasps and caressed my face. After a few moments he told me I had 3 large scratches running down my face. He told me that the skin around them was bruised and nearly black.
Today I called in sick for work. I spent my day snuggled in Brackens arms. My heart has been pounding all day. I had tears running down my face for long periods of time. I decided it wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep. Bracken stayed up with me. I decided to not even enter my room at all because I was too afraid to be in the potentially same room as The Fear. I stay awake for five days but, Bracken ended up going to sleep 3 days ago. I’ve been having horrible hallucinations. My brain is caving into insanity, if it hasn’t already. I passed out a few days later, I honestly don’t know how many because I ended up forgetting how to tell days apart. I ended up crawling into my bed with Bracken despite my fear of both the closet and the thing in my dreams. The moment I closed my eyes I heard the scratching noise. I think I’m going to try and not cry or whimper. I want to see what happens after The Fear screams at me. The Fear climbed out of the closet and slowly scaled the walls and ceiling. As soon as it climbed on top of my chest I had to bite my tongue so then I wouldn’t make a noise. Instead of screaming, the thing dug a thin fingernail into the skin on my face. It whispered unintelligible noises in my ear. I could feel small droplets of blood falling down my face. I soon couldn’t see out of one eye. At this moment I screamed the loudest I could to the point where my voice cracked. Bracken quickly sat up and actually screamed himself. He was staring at The Fear so I guess he could see it also. It quickly retreated to the closet and Bracken frighteningly yelled to my friends. We all grabbed some form of weapon and headed to the closet. I told everyone to wait as I pulled out my phone. I dialed 911 and told the police that there was something in my closet. I lied and told them that it was a man. The police arrived quickly and we all opened the door. We were all greeted by The Fear but, the police only saw a deshreveled man. They took him in and revealed that he had lived there for around 12 days. They soon told us after a few days that, one of their officers had been killed by a strange unkown creature. The man escaped that night and I was still haunted by The Fear. My friends, boyfriend, and I moved out of that house. I still sometimes have The Fear visit me but its visits are few and far between. Whatever The Fear is, I don’t think that it was a hallucination. When I couldn’t move, I don’t think it was sleep depravation like my friend thought. The wierd scratches and my most likely infected eye went away after a few weeks. I warn you parents whom are reading this, don’t ever lie to your kids and tell them, that monsters don’t exist, and they especially don’t hide in closets.
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