Bedtime Visitor
Night One
He watches me. Every breath I take, every move I make. The room gets cold when he appears, like all the heat has been sucked up. My scream dies in my throat before it's even emitted. Mommy please come back in here, I whine inwardly. Sweating profusely, despite the icy chill, I clutch the covers in my hands.
The figure doesn't move. He just stands in the far corner, maybe he doesn't want to harm me? I can feel my heart thrumming loudly in my chest, can he hear it?
The figure doesn't move. He just stands in the far corner, maybe he doesn't want to harm me? I can feel my heart thrumming loudly in my chest, can he hear it?