Bedtime Visitor
Night Two
Is it just my imagination or is he closer than he was last night? He stands erect, the shadows deepen around his broad shoulders and around his larger than normal head. Eyes wide open, I can't see the white of his eyes.
Actually... why does his eyes... the pupils are stretched horizontally. They remind me of a goat. "Goodnight, Charlie." My mom opens the door a beam of light blessing me and my bed. "Now, we've talked about the closet light being on, you have a nightlight."
Mom walked right past him, she didn't flinch. Her eyes didn't even move to the corner. I could hear his skin crack as he grinned, his lips spreading thin over his rotting teeth.
After pulling the switch to my closet to turn the light off she leaves, closing the door tightly behind her. My eyes stay focused on him. Does she not see what I see? He's almost as tall as the room, how can she not see him?
Actually... why does his eyes... the pupils are stretched horizontally. They remind me of a goat. "Goodnight, Charlie." My mom opens the door a beam of light blessing me and my bed. "Now, we've talked about the closet light being on, you have a nightlight."
Mom walked right past him, she didn't flinch. Her eyes didn't even move to the corner. I could hear his skin crack as he grinned, his lips spreading thin over his rotting teeth.
After pulling the switch to my closet to turn the light off she leaves, closing the door tightly behind her. My eyes stay focused on him. Does she not see what I see? He's almost as tall as the room, how can she not see him?