So, when I was really little, I used to sleep with my grandparents in their bed. It was almost always hot, their room was cold, and the bed was a cloud. Could you blame me? Anyways, whenever I slept there, I'd sleep like a rock.

That is until one night.

I was inbetween them, per usual, when I suddenly wake up. I felt nervous, scared. Maybe it was because of how dark the room was. Maybe it was left over from my dream, whatever it was. Or maybe it was because of [i]the thing at the foot of the bed.[/i]

In the dark was a silhouetted...[i]thing[/i] staring at me. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Just stared back. Suffice to say, I  was freaking out. I wanted to scream for help, to pull to the covers over my head, but I was so paralyzed with terror. A rational part of  my brain kept saying, "Maybe it's nothing. It could be a pile of clothes or a chair." while another part of my brain screamed, "CHAIRS DON'T HAVE BODIES. OR SHOULDERS. OR HEADS."
Getting over my fear paralysis, I managed to close my eyes and block out the figure. I tried to forget but I could feel it staring...watching...

The night went on, but I got no sleep. The thing was gone when I opened my eyes. I didn't tell my grandparents what happened. I didn't tell my parents either. Not friends, not family, no one. Not until my parents and I moved away did I tell people what happened. They'd treat it like a joke and I, in fear of being called crazy, would play along. 

But now I'm back. I've moved back in with my grandparents due to school reasons. I'm not scared. It was probably just my imagination. I was always an imaginative little girl. That's what I tell myself. But sometimes I feel it. At night. Watching. Staring. Waiting.


[hider=well...]Until I realize it's my asshole cat staring at me.[/hider]