Things I make up when my brain won't shut up! (I already told you to shut up, brain... no buts.)

Breathing on My Neck

Warning: If you don't like anything creepy or you get scared easily, I'd recommend that you skip this one. This isn't scary but some people (ahem) prefer to avoid this stuff. Also this is the longest I have ever written without dying from boredom.

Breathing on my neck

I whipped my head around. Nothing there again. I go back to looking up useless facts for my ELA project. I had successfully waited till the last minute again so I was up at two on the morning, sleep deprived, and paranoid. This happened occasionally, especially when nothing stirred the sleepy silence that swept thought the empty hallway.

Something moved

I nervously looked out of the corner of my eye. I always worked in the corner. My reasoning was, that if I was in the corner, nothing could sneak up on behind me, but I was in the middle of my room tonight. I eyed my closet door suspiciously, wondering if it was shut completely. Don't worry, I'm not crazy.

At least, I don't think I am.

I have been paranoid my whole life. When I was around five, my dad started letting me watch horror movies with him. Now I love me some scares, but at the time, I had constant nightmares. And of course this hasn't stopped my obsession with watching or listening to whatever creepy stuff I find in the middle of the night. So the creepy old doll (The doll was creepy because it's head kept falling off and it resembled a drowned bride, in it's torn white dress and shadowed face) my mother gave me was buried under the boxes left over from moving that I shoved in to the closet.

Eyes burning into my back

I looked at the window, wondering if I would see the faces again, leering at me with haunted eyes. Nothing. I decided that now would be a good time to sleep, due to the amount of paranoia I was experiencing. I always cover my head when I sleep. It is a habit left over from when I was younger, when I believed that if I covered my body completely, the headless man who carried his head around wouldn't chop of my head.

Silly children, it doesn't work like that

I froze. Where did that thought come from? I reassured myself, repeating that I was just tired, just tired, just tired. I curled up on my bed, my whole body in the farthest corner.

Breathing on my neck

I held my breath, resorting to playing dead, which I knew would be pointless. After what seemed like hours, I turned around. Nothing. I got up, wandered down the cold, dark hallway, into my parents' bedroom. The beasts slept there. I whistled quietly for the larger one and she willingly jumped off the bed and trotted over to me. Beast number one's ears perked up, and her tail thumped her pillow. Rosie, the larger one, doesn't like to be away from Sweetie, so I call both of them to my room.

The shadows moved

Rosie automatically jumps on my bed and Sweetie guards the door (watching for the demon spawn humans like to call "cats"). I sigh, and curl up next to my fat dog. As I drifted off to sleep, I didn't notice my beasts leaving my side and running back to their pile of blankets.

Tap Tap Tap. Tap Tap Tap. TAP TAP TAP.

The tapping on my window got more urgent. Maybe its the trees, tap-taping my window, but that can't be right, I don't have any trees, not anymore. I ignored it, feeling the tiredness in my bones. Tired, tired, tired. And I let my grip on the present go as I slip off into a dreamless sleep.

Breathing on my neck