By J. R. Roth
It is midnight. I sit, curled in a ball at the head of my bed; my arms clutch my legs to my chest, my back pressed against the wall in the corner of my room. The only light is the shaky red glow from the cigarette gripped between my fingers, but my eyes are accustomed to the dark.
The air stirs. I hold my breath; his return is imminent.
I dare not close my eyes, not since that first night the shadow man with no face appeared at the foot of my bed. “Sleep,” he whispered.
I will never sleep again.
So vivid and creepy. I was cringing and had to shake it off. Well done!
So creepy and real. I felt like I was in the room watching, and waiting. So relieved to find that I’m not!
Vivid and scary. Your prose is great too. You did a nice job in building the dread and eeriness. Superb write, J.R.!
Loved the description – I could vividly see you sitting in bed and felt your fear.
Great scene setting.
Great horror. Well done done.
wow very intense. I may not sleep tonight! Sets a real scene