I will be honest that Mondays absolutely SUCK. Waking up with about four hours of sleep and the walking ability of a toddler doesn’t make it any better. managing to turn my alarm off which is across the room tests this very well. Getting food for the dog and grabbing something myself from the kitchen becomes easier with the crisp cold air my father likes to keep the house at. Then putting the dog out after becomes a concentration and adrenaline high task. At first just walking down the stairs, opening the door then putting him out turns into a dash to the light once the door shuts again. The slightest glint of eyes shows from the guest bedroom giving me that little bit more of an edge. Doing a 180 and a left turn up the 2nd set of stairs gives me the pleasure of seeing the figure starring like I’d been the rudest brat they’d ever met. Getting to the light of the family room and the sound of cartoons release the stress. Soon after it’s off to school and forgetting it ever happened.
Today was the first time that I missed the alarm and had to be woken up by my father. He makes a habit of rubbing it in my face that he got to wake me up by pounding on the door to the point my bed starts to vibrate a bit. I get less time to do what I need before heading off for school but it all gets done in the end without much hassle.
This is kind of strange to be awake at this time but being thirsty can have it’s problems. Making a childish effort I turn on every light from the room to the kitchen. opening up the fridge for a beverage to take back to the room. closing the fridge and walking out the opening of the kitchen it sits at the middle landing of the stairs.
Shimmering eyes leads to discomfort and it’s unmoving figure adds to it that much more. Frozen in fear I stare back at the creature. Just like a flash it dissapears down the stairs. I want to follow it but the dark is just that. Dark. I walked back to my room flipping the switches off along the way. Finally reaching my door I close it and sleep peacefully.
Two Weeks Later
I have done nothing but think. When I am eating, playing, or even sleeping all I can do is think. All the theories I could come up with float in my mind and I’ve finally decided. I would write all this down and give it to someone. It just stares at me. I get a glimpse of it and that’s that. EVERYDAY! Now it will be recorded. I will not be forgotten with all my efforts. If I come back alive I will tell the tail anew. Wish me luck and also the theory I see so plainly.
Credit To – alfo149