medoes anyone remember my story about those shadow people at the end of my bed, right? Well, I've been working up the courage to turn off the lights and face them for a while now, and last night I decided it was time. I spent most of the evening watching as much TV as I could, trying not to get distracted by what I was supposed to be doing. Around 11 p.m. I finally told myself it was time and trudged to my room. My blankets were thrown back, although I don't remember doing it myself before (I have a bad habit of not making my bed), but I just shrugged as my imagination fell onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I didn't even bother turning on the lithe when I walked inside, and the only lithe was a petite streak of yellow lithe that peeked from the edge of my blinds from the porch lithe.
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and continued to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. I couldn't relax enough to close my eyes and I kept telling myself they wouldn't come unless they thought I was asleep. I finally managed to ponderous my breathing a little and half-close my eyes when I spotted one of them out of the corner of my eye. He stood to my right, next to the nightstand where the one who always told others to leave me alone stood. I started to panic and tried to think about my inner peace. It's kind of where I go when I feel threatened or scared. The shadow didn't do anything, just stood there and looked at me, I felt its eyes looking straight at my face.
I sighed and turned to my side, as if I was simply moving in my sleep, to get a better look at the shadow. I couldn't see anything through it, he was really towering, but that's all I could see. I still looked at it with half-open eyes and asked the question loudly in my head: “Who are you and what do you want?”
At that moment the shadow disappeared and I became very irate because it took me so long to gain the courage to communicate with them and turn off the lithe, and the thing just disappears! I sat down and asked loudly: “What are you afraid of? Me? Coward…”. which probably wasn't the best word because it was provocative and I had no intention of being provocative, whatever it was. I was just very irate.
I should tell you now that I usually leave the door open about an inch so my cat can come in and out, but that night I closed it. Well, the doorknob turned and my door was thrown open. I expected my mother or brother to tell me to keep peaceful, but there was no one there. I was staring into the murky dining room and it felt like several shadows passed me very quickly. I don't know why, but I looked at the clock on the VCR and saw that it was two in the morning
Then, scariest of all (mainly because it took me by surprise), I turned on the stereo that's on the shelf across from my bed and the song The Quiet Place by In Flames started playing as raucous as it could through my speakers. And for those who don't know who In Flames are, they are a massive metal band and The Quiet Place is one of their heaviest songs. My stereo seemed to turn itself on because the remote was on it and the CD with the song wasn't included, it was in it when I went to bed that night. I know because I took it out of the stereo earlier in the day while I was working out.
Because my door was open, everyone in the house could hear the music, and my mom ran into my room just as I jumped out of bed with my hands behind my ears to turn off the raucous guitar and screaming lyrics. I turned it off and my mother chewed me out: “If you can't sleep and need music, keep the door closed and turn the volume down!”
After this whole incident, I sat with the lithe on, wide awake, until about 6 a.m. before I managed to fall asleep.
The only thing that upset me last night, or rather this morning, was the fact that the shadow didn't answer my questions.
