Creepypastas

Don't Fall Asleep...

Screaming. I woke up screaming. Looking around once again to a completely empty room. I panted in the dark, and stared around wildly to make sure I was home in my room. Looking at my bedside table at the clock, it was the same time as before; the dreams were getting worse. 3:30AM. I closed my eyes, when I did, I felt hot breath on my face and the crooked mirthless laughter rang in my ears. The alarm clock went off, and I sat up slowly. Blinking myself awake and looking around the room. The sun came in through the window, bright and appalling to someone who was still waking up. Rubbing my eyes, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, standing up, and making my way to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and I went to the sink, looking into the mirror. My eyes had dark rings under them, only 13 and my face looked like an adult after what they call a "graveyard shift".

My name is Jenny, I live with my mom and dad, and go to middle school. Another thing to know about me, is I also suffer from night terrors. Every night there are nightmares, and lately sleep has almost become a chore. Looking a bit more closely in the mirror, my chestnut brown hair was tousled from rolling around in bed, sticking up in random angles. An iconic piece of proof of how much actual "sleep" I got. After wetting my brush in the sink, raking it through my hair, trying to get it to lie flat, I shrugged and walked out of the bathroom. Pulling on clothes and grabbing my book bag before running down the stairs. I snatched a piece of toast from the kitchen and ran out the door.

I walked to school on the usual route, the sidewalk was busted up in some places, and roots protruding from the ground cracked the concrete, so I had to watch where I walked to avoid stumbling. My eyes were fixed on the uneven ground, causing me to walk straight into a kid. Falling back onto my butt, I looked up and started to apologize when he turned and grinned at me. He was short, red hair and large dark eyes. He was carrying a small blue book bag over his shoulder. He looked like just the average elementary school kid. All he was missing was the Power Ranger lunch box and the small group of giggling friends. I couldn't speak though, for some reason I couldn't get the, "I'm sorry for bumping into you" out. He grinned and then ran off. Standing up, I watched him go, "What the heck was that all about?" I thought to myself, then, shaking it off I went to school.

The bell rang and I started home, it was midafternoon, meaning my parents wouldn't be home, and I would be bored. Letting out an aggravated sigh, and continuing to my house. The small sound of footsteps behind me caught my attention as I turned down another path home. Peeking over my shoulder, and there he was. The little boy from this morning was following me, blue book bag still over his shoulder, and his dark eyes fixed on me. He was still smiling. I stopped walking and so did he.

"Do you want something?" I asked. He stood there and stared at me, grinning still. It pissed me off. "Get lost kid. Go home." I shouted and then stomped off. I glanced back and he was still grinning. He waved at me as I left, and I quickened my pace. When I got home I locked the door behind me, panting a bit from the partial run home. "What a weirdo..." I thought to myself as I fixed a snack and sat on the couch.

"THUNK, THUNK, THUNK!"

I jumped as someone banged on the front door to my house. I stood up slowly, and walked to the front door. The knocking continued, but it was unrelenting.

"THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK!"

It was louder and they were knocking faster than before, I was getting mad again, I ran the rest of the way to the door, unlocked it and threw it open. Nothing. No one was at the door, I stepped outside and looked around a bit.

"H-hello?" I said. "Is anyone there?" No answer. I walked back into the house and locked the door. I made it to the couch and the knocking started again. This time I was frozen. I stared at the door, the wood shaking on its hinges from the force of the knock. I wasn't imagining it. Someone had to be there. I walked over slowly this time, then instead of opening the door, I raised up slowly on my toes to look out the peep-hole. Eyes. Large dark eyes grinned at me through the hole, I jerked back and stumbled. The knocking stopped.