Imagine

Imagine if you’re in your room, do yourself, and me, a favor. Get up, turn your lights off, lock the door, you don’t want him to come in of course, and turn anything distracting off, please. Now, imagine. Imagine everyone is sleeping, and you are here reading this story. Somebody knocks on your house’s front door. You yell out to your parents, or maybe to whomever you KNOW is in the house asking them to open it, but no response, they are sleeping of course. It’s best you know exactly who is with you, or else he could get you.

So, you get up, and ask who’s at the door. No response. You feel yourself getting tense, maybe worried. Now, stop imagining, and feel this true emotion, this symphony of little voices telling you something might be wrong, your heart starts beating just a bit faster, not fast enough for you to notice, but fast enough for him to know you sense something is wrong. Just try not letting these emotions get through. That’s just what he wants.

Imagine. You just shrug it off as a noise from a pet or neighbor perhaps fumbling around. You walk back to your room, and continue reading stories. While you sit in your room, pitch black, nothing but the illumination of your phone glowing, giving out light, the beautiful light that gives you a sense of safety. Just know, that warm feeling of safety, is completely false. Then, you hear a door slam, an echo of noise blasts throughout your house, and then complete silence. So, you get up to check the noise, it sounded like it was the front door.

You come up to the door, and find it shut. You look closer and notice, that the door in fact, is unlocked. To protect that feeling of safety, you automatically think, your parents, roommate, or you, just left it unlocked. But, you know that something is truly amiss. You go back to your room, lock the door, and just try going to sleep. After what seems like an eternity, you begin to drift off. Then, you hear your door open. You know you locked it, so you instinctively cease all noise, including breathing. You still hear breathing, don’t you? You feel as if something us staring at you, you feel as if someone’s breath is on your neck. Cold fingers, slowly scraping against your skin.

Now, stop imagining. Now, realize, you still feel the cold fingers, and his hot breath. Just don’t turn around. Because now, you realize. Your imagination can bring out the demons.