The rainy season began in autumn, and it didn’t surprise me that I had discovered rainwater dripping from my windows. I adored the rain, I always have. It gives me the feeling of it as a sanctuary, a peaceful moment of joy. Happy about the rain, I discovered that there was a leak on my roof. I put a tall pot beneath the leak and, as if I expected it, tried thinking that it would stop on it’s own. I stood by my window and studied the raindrops, as they hit the grass just outside my small house. As each drop hit the grass, I made a humming sound. One, two, three. One, two, three. I stood on the same spot for several minutes and I enjoyed the view quite much. There was nothing like a rainy night, and it could become even better with a cup of coffee in my hand and a good book on the other.
As I stood by my window, I turned left to see what the time was on the nightstand beside my bed. The clock read 11:40 pm. Since it was so late, I was completely exhausted from working a few hours back and thought that I needed to go to bed and to finally sleep some hours. While back over near my bed, I reached into my nightstand dresser and pulled out a white and black night suit.
When I finally took on my night suit I walked over to my window and closed them, only to catch a glimpse of how hard it was actually raining outside. The smell of rain infested my house, the trace of wet concrete was going around like perfume. Thinking that it should rain tomorrow, I was determined to take a walk - when I woke up - before I went to work.
There was lights still on around the house and I walked to each room turning them off. One went on to off and I took a deep breath before turning the last lamp off. I was a bit afraid of the dark, I had always been so. That is the reason I had a night lamp beside my bed, so that it wouldn’t be so dark in my room. I didn’t fully understand my own fear for the darkness, but it could possibly be the result of me reading and watching too many themes with horror in them. Thinking that everything was just silly, I finally laid down and took a deep breath before succumb to a deep sleep.
I awoke with a feeling of hunger, i needed to eat something. I walked outside my bedroom door, quietly, as if there was someone else sleeping in my house. I lived alone, but I still had that habit of sneaking around in the night from since I was a child. I began walking the dark and long hallway leading to my kitchen. Walking into the doorway I reached to my left and flipped the light switch on. I went into the kitchen, which was drowning in light, the first thing I looked at was the clock. It was exactly 3:30 AM. As I shrugged it off, I look outside my window.
And at that time I completely froze, and I felt an icy cold sweat starting to spread across my body. My eyes looked outside on the street, only to see a ‘thing’ staring right back at me. I wanted to use the word ‘thing’, because there is no way it was a human. It’s skin was white, and it had no eyes, only two empty sockets. There was a hole, formed as a circle, where the mouth is supposed to be. Despite the fact that this ‘thing’ had no eyes to look with, I could still feel it’s gaze upon me.
I stood there, looking at the ‘thing’ in front of me for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t even listen to the rain anymore, the only actual thing I could do was to focus on it’s dreadful face and hope that it doesn’t go any closer. And then I heard it, the most foulest shriek i’ve ever heard. It was a high tone, making me feel as if it was calling to someone. I hoped that it wasn’t more of them outside, for the very thought of it being several of them, made me fear for my own life. It began shrieking even higher and it made my head hurt, as if someone had hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I stared at it for a bit longer, only to see that it started to move forward, towards me. Terrified, I ran to my door and locked it, making sure that nothing could come inside my house. As I was done barricading myself, I watched outside my window again. But, this time, there was nothing there. It was gone. No creature, nothing.
The cat started to make some noise, as if it was mad at something, but nonetheless, I closed my window blind and returned to my bed. My hands reached around, in the dark, for my own ear plugs - the ones I use when the cat is making noises. It playes a lot during the night, and it kept making me waking up.
Was that thing just a trick that my mind played for being too tired? On my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about that horrible face with two holes for eyes. And the mouth - it was horrible to think about that round hole.
It took a lot of time for my own mind to calm down, but it worked in the end. I started to sleep, once again. I dreamed about that creature with it’s hole for eyes and that round mouth. God, can I ever forget it? And then I heard something loud, which awoke me from my nighttime slumber. I took my ear plugs off with fear.
And then I felt it.
Steady, heavy breaths at the end of the bed.
Written by William Eriksson