“But Mummy, there’s monsters…”
Mum sighed, set her coffee down, and grabbed the spray bottle. “Where?” She was watching the television. The girl’s mother didn’t bother shutting it off as her daughter admired the monochrome woman in a loose black cloche hat clutching the steel bars like a lifeline.
“There!” the girl said as she turned away and pointed to the corner where the light shone on the small door. She pointed to the dark, winding staircase going down, farther than she could see. “There!” The mudroom. “There!” The staircase leading toward the little girl’s bedroom. “There!” The girl continued to point to every corner, shadow, and creaky wood panel, her mother navigating through the thick, cold air. Mum incessantly followed the girl’s …show more content…
Before walking out of the room, she added, “Sweetie?”
“Yeah, Mummy?”
“You know there are no monsters in here,” Mum looked at the window. Frowning, she crossed the room and closed the heavy grey curtains. “You know that there are no monsters in your room at night, correct?” The young girl shrugged, hiding her head under the heavy blankets. Mum sighed. “Good night,” she said, closing the door behind her.
The little girl peeled her blanket back, staring at her closet door. It was small, as the bedroom walls were sloped, just tall enough to fit two boxes of clothes and extra storage. The doorknob turned. It opened. She stared at the door as it slowly opened, hinges creaking. Her mother’s bracelet shone in what little light the table lamp provided.
Gathering courage, the girl pushed her blanket back. She placed her feet on the floor. The motions were almost robotic. She slid her feet out from the comforts of her bed and felt a shiver go up her spine as her bare feet were left exposed to the cold air. The girl stood up. She made her way across the room. Carefully picking up the bracelet and turning away from the door, she tried to ignore two faintly glowing circles in her peripheral vision. She …show more content…
They could see her bones. Her muscles. Her thoughts. Her blood turned to ice in her veins. She froze. They could see her fear, her terror. She opened her mouth to call for her mother. No sound. She couldn’t hear her voice. All she heard was her heart beating, and the deafening silence that followed. This isn’t real, and she knew that. Her mother said they were nightmares, but she knew her mother was wrong, and she knew that this isn’t a nightmare. This one was real. She held the bracelet close to her heart and slammed the door shut, and in return, the eyes vanished into the inky black
Mum sighed, set her coffee down, and grabbed the spray bottle. “Where?” She was watching the television. The girl’s mother didn’t bother shutting it off as her daughter admired the monochrome woman in a loose black cloche hat clutching the steel bars like a lifeline.
“There!” the girl said as she turned away and pointed to the corner where the light shone on the small door. She pointed to the dark, winding staircase going down, farther than she could see. “There!” The mudroom. “There!” The staircase leading toward the little girl’s bedroom. “There!” The girl continued to point to every corner, shadow, and creaky wood panel, her mother navigating through the thick, cold air. Mum incessantly followed the girl’s …show more content…
Before walking out of the room, she added, “Sweetie?”
“Yeah, Mummy?”
“You know there are no monsters in here,” Mum looked at the window. Frowning, she crossed the room and closed the heavy grey curtains. “You know that there are no monsters in your room at night, correct?” The young girl shrugged, hiding her head under the heavy blankets. Mum sighed. “Good night,” she said, closing the door behind her.
The little girl peeled her blanket back, staring at her closet door. It was small, as the bedroom walls were sloped, just tall enough to fit two boxes of clothes and extra storage. The doorknob turned. It opened. She stared at the door as it slowly opened, hinges creaking. Her mother’s bracelet shone in what little light the table lamp provided.
Gathering courage, the girl pushed her blanket back. She placed her feet on the floor. The motions were almost robotic. She slid her feet out from the comforts of her bed and felt a shiver go up her spine as her bare feet were left exposed to the cold air. The girl stood up. She made her way across the room. Carefully picking up the bracelet and turning away from the door, she tried to ignore two faintly glowing circles in her peripheral vision. She …show more content…
They could see her bones. Her muscles. Her thoughts. Her blood turned to ice in her veins. She froze. They could see her fear, her terror. She opened her mouth to call for her mother. No sound. She couldn’t hear her voice. All she heard was her heart beating, and the deafening silence that followed. This isn’t real, and she knew that. Her mother said they were nightmares, but she knew her mother was wrong, and she knew that this isn’t a nightmare. This one was real. She held the bracelet close to her heart and slammed the door shut, and in return, the eyes vanished into the inky black