Philip Ellwell 5,487 Posted December 23, 2013 (edited) RATED 16+ FOR: Blood, violent reference, demented outlook, and general WTF factor. It was night, everything still and silent, as he tried to sleep in the cold confines of the room. No nightlight: his parents didn't believe in it. " You're old enough to accept the dark, son: it's time to grow up." His father said. The room was very dark; hidden behind the clouds, the moon offered no light, the curtains cracked just enough to show the starless pitch of the sky. He stared at the walls, lost in thought, sleep out of his reach. They came at night... The Laughers, the Shriekers, and the others. Light dispelled them, but there was none now. He waited, patient, knowing what would happen later, when they came. His parents were usually nice enough sorts, but his father was unusually quick to thrust adult~hood on him, even though it was far off. The nightlight had been the last straw with him; this wasn't going to end well. A thud in the hall drew his attention, as the door slowly creaked open. One of the Laughers, white face stretched into a grin so wide it was painful to see, eyes as black as tar. " Heh heh.. heh heh.." It stared at him for a while, then left, dripping red onto the floor. The next was one of the other sort, face blank except for two blue eyes that dribbled black down the whiteness. This one came in, staring intently, but left shortly after. The Shriekers would be along soon, he guessed; they took after the Laughers like puppies, following them everywhere. Another Laugher, face glowing slightly as the moon peeped out from behind the clouds. This one's smile was much more macabre, as it appeared to have been cut along at the edges, but it was gone before he could get a really decent look at it. Why these creatures were wasn't the point: they were, they are, and they were in his home. How they got around, where they went during the daylight.... he didn't know. The nightlight had kept them at bay; they would leer from the door, but fear to enter. Now... they were free to do as they pleased. One entered, a terrible Shrieker, eyes bugged out in a ghastly white face streaked with macabre gore. It smiled at him, teeth sharp and covered in red, ghastly and sick stenches bellowing out from its guts. It winked at him merrily, and said, in a voice like a knife blade scratched across metal... " Shhhhh..... Go to sleep." THE END Edited December 24, 2013 by TheTimidLight Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
