Summary : ' The Pillow Tight I Smile '

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

That night, I tucked myself in under the white covers of the spacious king bed. I awoke later in the evening to hear a thump coming from upstairs. I snuck out of bed, careful not to wake John. I crept upstairs, the wooden floorboards rocking beneath my feet. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through to see what was there. I pushed the door open completely, searching for a cause of the noise.

Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out

She mentally shrugs, reaches for the handle and pushes. What’s she to lose anyway? She’s already told him she’d like to die when all of this—everything—is over. Anybody who attacks her would be doing her a favour.

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

"Fuckin' shut up," he groans, reaching out and slapping around on the bed for a

The house is eerily silent so I presume no one has awoken yet. I carefully slide open the door of the ensuite and creep back into my bedroom. I peer through the darkness, expecting to see my husband, but all that is left is an empty bed with the covers thrown off and his suit hanging dead in the wardrobe. Dread clouds my thoughts as I fear the worst and rush into the kitchen where my children are eating their breakfast. The front door is wide open, a warm breeze and the scent of pancakes wafts through, I take a deep breath as my mind travels back.

“I need to get out of here,” she mutters. Swinging her legs over the edge, she’s about to stand up when the girl puts her arm on her shoulder.

The day before this disheartening happening, my mother and I had went to see the movie Incarnate. To save their lives in the movie, they had to jump out the window. That chilling movie was the cause that kept me up all night; however, I was determined to make myself fall asleep. Eventually, I drifted off into a light sleep, only to be awakened by thunderous knocks on the doors and windows. These knocks were so powerful it sounded as if the door was bellowing out for help. It was four in the morning when I finally fell asleep. Mother said that she recalled hearing car doors, but didn’t think anything about them. The mystery man, who was trying to get into the house, came to my window first. I flew out of

Jake wakes up to the screams of a woman, so he runs fast to his parent’s room, but all he can find was glass shattered everywhere and blood dripping all over his parent’s bed. Jake stood there motionless, of nothing what to do or say.

“Daniel!” she cries back as she runs towards, arms open. I jump off the bed and embrace her, taking in her sweet

When I woke up this morning, I could tell things had changed, the most obvious one was that I wasn’t even in my bedroom, I looked around my surroundings. The room was a fairly basic hotel room, bathroom, door, windows, strangely enough though, no television or phone. I look to the nightstand on my left and I notice there is a card with my name on it: Matthew. I was hesitant to open it, I had so many questions probably the most obvious one was how did I get here? Probably the second one was where am I? Ya know, those little details might help a bit. I got up to go to the window, I had my pajamas still, they were just made of a simple plaid design with a plain white t-shirt, they were not the most fancy pair of pajamas, but they were my favorite.

I couldn’t take any more of this, I’m so overcome by fear that I’m ready to give up. But the couch where I’m sitting on would expose me to more, and that demon wouldn’t let make this call so easily. I get up and try to navigate towards the small closet where we put our spare supplies of cleaning utensils and where I would refuge from her anger, confined in that dark damp, unbearable closet. But it was the only option left for any privacy, and where I wouldn’t so easily be ambushed by attacks. I get up and crawl on all fours afraid if another rough hand would tug at the collar of my shirt. It was next to impossible to make out anything in the dark, I rely on my memory of the layout of the supply closet. I feel the corners of the wall until I touched the cool doorknob, I twist the handle and close the door behind me and hide behind a small beam. This should give me cover for the time being.

I heard the man walking towards my bedroom door his footsteps were loud and heavy, he then began to cry out in what I can only explain as a demonic tone. It was barely understandable but I could make out “ALONE” followed by an evil laugh. The door then swung open and closed behind him, there he stood towering over me, and as I looked up at him I was frozen in fear. I was able to let out a loud scream just before he grabbed me by the neck. What I didn’t know is that my neighbor had called the police around five minutes ago when he saw the man breaking my window; just as I began to fade into darkness I heard the sound of police sirens.

A pounding on Trent’s door in the middle of the night awoke him from his sleep. Groggy and disoriented, he stumbled to the doors of his room and opened them slightly to see who it might be.