Slendy's Watching Me #3
I woke up a few hours later but I was too scared to open my eyes. I could feel that I was tucked into a nice warm bed and I hoped it was mine. I started to think about the dream I had just had. About the strange things that had happened in the woods when I was a kid. I was always told it was just my head playing games with me, but I didn't believe that. I thought about the man with the black suit and no face. I had seen something out of my window earlier on. Was it the same person or thing?
I just laid there for a few moments trying to find the strength to open my eyes. I finally opened my eyes. I was alone. It was a small room, that was pretty much empty. The bed, a desk with a chair, a wardrobe and a random bass guitar in the corner was all it had. I wasn't wearing the clothes I had on last night, I was in a pair of cotton blue PJs and clean white socks.
I threw back the cover and got out of bed, cautiously making sure I didn't make any noise. My shoes were under the desk, so maybe the rest of my clothes were in here too. I walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. It was full of clothes. New clothes. They were all skinny jeans, band shirts, knitted jumpers and hoodies. This was all the stuff I normally wore. To be honest it was incredibly creepy, even more so with the bass in the corner. I decided there wasn't enough time to get changed out of these PJs, especially seeing as they had buttons and I was extremely dyspraxic, so it would of taken me ages to undo them. There was a messenger bag in the bottom of the wardrobe. I grabbed my old clothes, shoved them in and put on my converse.
I crept over to the door. I was anxious to open it. Anything could have been on the other side. I took a deep breath, slowly opened the door and checked up and down the corridor. I sighed with relief when I saw there was nothing there and started walking towards the staircase.
I tested my weight on the top step and it gave out a huge creak. I lifted my foot and swore under my breath. I waited a few seconds to see if anyone noticed. Nothing happened, it looked like I was safe. The stair case had a banister which when I tested it, didn't creak at all. Without thinking it through, I clambered onto it and slide down the stairs. It was reckless and dangerous, but I guess stress makes you do stupid things.
I out half way down the second corridor when I heard voices coming from a room. The door was open and I didn't know if I'd be able to get past it. I stood there listening for a while. There were four voices talking. I was pumping myself up to get ready to run past the door and find another door when I heard one of them. "He's been asleep for a while, maybe I should go check on him." F***. I needed to hide. "Sure, I'll come up with you," another one added. I looked around and saw a cupboard. I quickly shuffled into and shut the door behind me.
Dust fell from the ceiling as they walked up the stairs and again moments later when they came running back down after they noticed I was gone. I heard them run past and go into that room where the others were. "He's not there!" One of the girls shouted, panting. "What?!" The two that were previously left in the room shouted back. 'Find him before the master comes back!' I heard them all scatter around the house. Or at least I thought it was all of them. I thought it was a safe to run to the front door from here now, so I opened the door and stepped out. I turned to look down the corridor and there stood one of the girls. She was about a foot taller than me with green eyes and hair that had been bleached one to many times so it was white and dying.
I froze with fear. She smirked and said, "found you." I panicked and turned to try and run away. But, I wasn't fast enough. She grabbed the back of my shirt, lifted me into the air and threw me into the room they were all just sat in. I landed tummy down on the floor and was too scared and in shock to move. She walked in, calling the others back to room a few seconds later. I felt like crying I was that scared.
"There's no where to run away to here." She scraped me up off the floor like a rag doll and placed me, surprisingly gently on to the sofa. I looked up at her, I wanted to say something. But, I didn't know what, my brain was on lock down and so was all my courage it seemed. The rest of the group walked in and I'm surprised I didn't wet myself with fear. I just kinda cried. I don't give a f***, real boys cry sometimes.
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