Night Write

Creepy Story for Bedtime Reading

May 2nd, 2024

Guess what?! I finished my semester (basically)… I’m waiting on one last assignment to be graded, but as long as I get a 33% on it I will complete this semester with a 4.0!
Since I wrapped that up I figured I would come on here and stir up those creative juices. Be nice though, I haven’t written fiction in AWHILE!

March 7th: 3:30am
I don’t remember the exact way I look but I know it’s not this, I said to myself as I reached toward the uncanny image reflecting back at me. Who was this person smiling back at my apparent frown? The closer my fingertips came to the water-stained mirror the more noticeable the distance, or lack there of, between this creatures hand and my throat became. I yanked my arm back, clutching my imaginary pearls, and the reflection became me again. My gut told me not to walk away, not to turn my back, but my mind recognized the clock ticking on the wall later and later, showing the time 3:27pm. As one shoulder turned and the glass exited my peripherial, long, sharp claws grasped the bare skin of my upper arms; squeezing tightly enough to drip small droplets of blood. I heard a calm but malicious whisper, “time to come home.” Everything dimmed as I woke up, drenched in warm sweat. Writing this now, I’m safe in my bed, blankets scattered and discheveled attesting to the obvious nightmare that came over me. Strangely enough, the alarm clock on my nightstand is stuck on 3:27am.
March 7th: 5:15pm
“Time to come home,” what did that mean? I’ve heard so many people suggest that dreams are relative to your subconcious thoughts; it was my own voice that said it, so what am I trying to tell myself? I keep turning over in my brain what I could be forgetting, but home is home, I haven’t moved in years!
March 11th : 10:05pm
For the past four nights I experienced the same terror, the only differing detail is how I’m grabbed at the end. More and more the grab has transitioned from hateful, painful grasps creating wounds to more of an embrace, a cold one, but an embrace nonetheless. I’m woken up to the sound of my own voice every morning at 3:27am on the dot, “time to come home.”
Tonight is the night I keep myself up to see if it offsets the pattern. It is currently 10:08pm, very out of my routine as I am usually in bed ASLEEP by 9pm. The air has shifted in the last hour, a deeper and creepier aura has surfaced. I’ve never known my bladder to be overactive, but tonight I’ve been drawn to the bathroom over and over and…