Post by Admin Tim on Aug 20, 2013 17:22:56 GMT -5
Shortly after an extreme natural disaster, the electricity throughout your town is short. It’s already been a day without power, and the city claims that it won’t be back on for another few days. It’s 3am, and you can’t sleep. The room is humid and stuffy, making it hard to get comfortable. You take off as much clothing as possible to try and cool down, but you still just lay there, half naked and sweating like ice on hot pavement. Tossing and turning, you can’t fall asleep. Your body is tired, but your mind is racing. Silence blankets you, which is unsettling in your city filled with night life. There are no cars driving by, no radios blaring, no televisions talking off in the distance. It’s just quiet.
You close your eyes, hoping you may drift off to sleep. As you try and get your mind to focus on counting sheep, you notice your breathing is kind of nasally. You can breathe through your nose perfectly fine, why does it sound like that? For a moment, you stop breathing, and as you do, your heart skips a beat. The strange panting doesn’t stop when you do. It continues, directly underneath your bed.
You’re paralyzed with fear. What is underneath your bed. Is it an animal? Is it a person? What is making these sounds.
The creature knows that you noticed it. Sharp, loud scratching erupts from the bed frame beneath you, making you jump. It’s violent and loud, making you claw the bed in fear. Your heart is beating quickly, you almost feel like you’re having a heart attack. You have no idea what to do.
Suddenly, it stops. The silence returns, you can’t even hear it breathe any more. You can only hear yourself breathing quickly and loudly. Thoughts shoot through your head frantically, who, what, how, you can’t calm yourself down.
Holding your breath, your heart beat rings in your ears like drums. You roll over slowly to peek over the mattress. The entity, whatever it was, begins to pound the wooden underside of the frame. It does it consecutively, without stopping, sounding like thunder is rumbling in your bedroom.
After a few moments of clinging to your bed and feeling something stick through your mattress and punch you in the back, it stops and is completely silent again.
You feel yourself jump out of bed and land a few feet away. You slowly lower your eyes to the dark depth underneath your mattress. The dim light that is shining through your window reflects off something behind the skirt around the frame. You study it, trying to identify what it is.
Suddenly, a human hand, tinted green as if it was decomposing shoots out from under the bed. Its fingernails missing, it clings to your carpet with its bleeding fingertips.
It sits there motionless, all while a low, disembodied growl vibrates your ears, coming from every direction.
You close your eyes, hoping you may drift off to sleep. As you try and get your mind to focus on counting sheep, you notice your breathing is kind of nasally. You can breathe through your nose perfectly fine, why does it sound like that? For a moment, you stop breathing, and as you do, your heart skips a beat. The strange panting doesn’t stop when you do. It continues, directly underneath your bed.
You’re paralyzed with fear. What is underneath your bed. Is it an animal? Is it a person? What is making these sounds.
The creature knows that you noticed it. Sharp, loud scratching erupts from the bed frame beneath you, making you jump. It’s violent and loud, making you claw the bed in fear. Your heart is beating quickly, you almost feel like you’re having a heart attack. You have no idea what to do.
Suddenly, it stops. The silence returns, you can’t even hear it breathe any more. You can only hear yourself breathing quickly and loudly. Thoughts shoot through your head frantically, who, what, how, you can’t calm yourself down.
Holding your breath, your heart beat rings in your ears like drums. You roll over slowly to peek over the mattress. The entity, whatever it was, begins to pound the wooden underside of the frame. It does it consecutively, without stopping, sounding like thunder is rumbling in your bedroom.
After a few moments of clinging to your bed and feeling something stick through your mattress and punch you in the back, it stops and is completely silent again.
You feel yourself jump out of bed and land a few feet away. You slowly lower your eyes to the dark depth underneath your mattress. The dim light that is shining through your window reflects off something behind the skirt around the frame. You study it, trying to identify what it is.
Suddenly, a human hand, tinted green as if it was decomposing shoots out from under the bed. Its fingernails missing, it clings to your carpet with its bleeding fingertips.
It sits there motionless, all while a low, disembodied growl vibrates your ears, coming from every direction.