She had lie there for hours, watching the room darken around her as the sun sank beyond the horizon and the moon rose to take her place high in the sky, watching the shadows creep up walls until it was too dark to see more than what was directly in front of her face. Only when the room had faded to an inky blackness had an uneasy sleep come to Presley Sterling.
It seemed she had barely closed her eyes before the first nightmare had awoken her, the deep growling voice telling her not to leave her house seemed to follow her, echoing in her brain though she couldn’t remember why the voice had given the command in the first place. It was unsettling, to say the least. Enough so that Presley found that the pitch black of the room that lulled her to sleep was now causing an uncomfortable pressure in the pit of her stomach. Hesitantly, she rose from the bed, squinting into the overwhelming darkness of the house as she stumbled half-asleep to flip the switch and flood the hallway with light shinning from the bathroom.
Comforted by the way the light dampened down the darkness in her room, Presley crawled back into her bed, murmured a soft “Goodnight, Gran.” the same as she had every night for as long she could remember, and fell back asleep as soon as her eyes had closed.
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The face looking back at her was horrifically distorted and purple as if she was being suffocated. The eyes were bulging far enough that Presley was terrified they would pop out completely, the blue of them as lifeless as the woman herself. When she opened her mouth to respond it was with someone else’s voice, deep and chilling enough that it reverberated through her bones when her grandmother leaned stiffly down until the two were face to face and whispered with a grin “But who’s going to keep an eye on
It seemed she had barely closed her eyes before the first nightmare had awoken her, the deep growling voice telling her not to leave her house seemed to follow her, echoing in her brain though she couldn’t remember why the voice had given the command in the first place. It was unsettling, to say the least. Enough so that Presley found that the pitch black of the room that lulled her to sleep was now causing an uncomfortable pressure in the pit of her stomach. Hesitantly, she rose from the bed, squinting into the overwhelming darkness of the house as she stumbled half-asleep to flip the switch and flood the hallway with light shinning from the bathroom.
Comforted by the way the light dampened down the darkness in her room, Presley crawled back into her bed, murmured a soft “Goodnight, Gran.” the same as she had every night for as long she could remember, and fell back asleep as soon as her eyes had closed.
”You shouldn’t be going at …show more content…
The face looking back at her was horrifically distorted and purple as if she was being suffocated. The eyes were bulging far enough that Presley was terrified they would pop out completely, the blue of them as lifeless as the woman herself. When she opened her mouth to respond it was with someone else’s voice, deep and chilling enough that it reverberated through her bones when her grandmother leaned stiffly down until the two were face to face and whispered with a grin “But who’s going to keep an eye on