Here’s my first one! Shorter than I’d normally write but I think making it any longer would only make it monotonous.
In The Dark
I sat in my bed paralyzed by fear, my eyes fixated on one thing. I could make out the shape perfectly, even in the dark. It was clear as day, standing right at the foot of my bed. I tried to make a sound, a scream, a whisper, anything. But I could not. All I could do was sit there with my legs under the covers my hands gripping them tightly.
I began to feel a lump in the back of my throat. It didn’t take long for hot tears to begin dripping down my cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. It isn’t happening. Nothing could ever explain why this thing was there. I feared it reaching out to me and touching me, perhaps dragging me out of bed to somewhere unknown. I opened my mouth before the being took a step closer.
My mother stood there smiling at me, wearing the dress she was buried in after being sent to the grave by my own hand. “Hello Sweetie. Did you miss me?”