I honestly don’t even know where to start with this— but I guess it really began when I was just a little kid.
Whenever you think of the word “childhood”, you can imagine the fun times, and you’re absolutely so damn lucky to have that. My childhood was a living nightmare. My entire childhood was dominated by what could only be described as the living image of the devil itself. —You see, I was diagnosed with “hypnagogia” , a disorder that causes severe hallucinations that occur when one attempts to sleep, or at least that’s what I was told. I never believed any of their bullshit, I had reason to, of course. Every night I went to sleep, this—creature showed up at my bed room window. It was a thin like creature with unnaturally long arms. It’s legs curved back like those of a dog, it’s skin, bleach white, it’s eyes just two gaping holes filled with an endless darkness. It would place it’s bony fingers against the window and peere into my bedroom and stare at me. Everytime it happened; I froze, I couldn’t move, or scream. I was told it was just one of my hallucinations, but how could a hallucination leave fog prints on a window?
After months of therapy and experimenting with different kinds of medications, the hallucinations stopped. Flash forward 17 years later, I’m a 22 year old man out in the real world. I live by myself in a modest little house that I worked hard for. I was happy with my life, I don’t understand why things had to turn out this way.
I was sitting on my couch watching TV when I looked at my phone “12:07” “Shit” I thought to myself, I have work tomorrow. I turned off the TV and made my way to my bedroom. With my jeans and t-shirt still on, I threw myself on my bed, I was too tired to change. I closed my eyes and automatically felt something was wrong. It felt like I was being watched, I looked up at the window and felt my heart drop. It was him, that same goddamn thing that tortuted me as a kid. It looked exactly the same as it did when I was a kid, same bleach white skin, same two gaping holes, and bony complexion. I felt myself freeze up, it was like that the entire night. I was too scared to move.
Eventually the sun rose and the creature backed away from the window and crawled away. I remember passing out after it left. This continued to repeat over a span of 4 weeks, I didnt understand why this was happening. It would watch me the entire night and I’d pass out in the morning from exhaustion. I lost my job after my boss got tired of me not showing up.
I tried bording up the windows, but upon my return they would removed no matter how many times I tried. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up in my bedroom with me on one occasion, with the thing at my window of course. There’s no running from it
I had no idea how bad things were about get. On one of the nights, the thing crawled up to my window and instead of placing it’s hands against the window, it put them at the bottom of the window. I wasn’t sure what it was trying to do until I hear the loud screening of the window being pulled up. That damn thing was trying to get into my room. He doesnt open it all the way, just a little every night, with every night being opened just a little more than the night before. That was 2 weeks ago, last night he opened it to the point where it was opened almost all the way, but not quite. He needs it opened all the way to get in, and I know what’s going to happen tonight. Thats why I’m sitting here on my bed typing this, the sun’s starting to go down, it’s going to be night soon. I’m tired of fighting this. It’s weird, knowing with every key I type I is going to be one of my last. I know now it’s not a hallucination, I’ve always known. Why they lied to me I don’t understand.— I have to go, I can hear him approaching my window.
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I’d love to read more of this. What happens when the thing gets in? I it real, or did the narrator just stop taking his medication? There’s a high level of intrigue here, and you do a really good job of keeping the tension throughout.
The thing this story is missing, though, is characterization. You could make this isn’t a much longer piece if you wanted. I want to know more about the man, his job, his family, his friends. What does his house look like? The entire story is focused around the interaction with the thing, and I can see why you do that, but what would really make this story great is taking some time away from it. I know that sounds counterproductive, but spacing out the scenes with the devil thing (and describing them much more) will make this story amazing.