Tap tap tap.
I rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock. Its bold digital face read… 4:36.
I had been tossing and turning all night, I guess it was my own fault for reading horror stories before bed. I flipped the pillow over and tried to go back to sleep.
Tap tap tap. It sounded like someone knocking at the door. “Who the hell is out at 4:36 on a Tuesday morning?” I thought to myself as I blindly felt around the nightstand for my glasses. I looked over at Michael, envious that my sleeping boyfriend didn’t have to deal with whatever madness I was getting myself into. He mumbled something incoherent and rolled over. Lucky bastard.
Tap tap tap. “I’m coming! Oh my god, hang on!” The incessant knocking was more than I could handle at this ungodly hour. I peeled myself out of my duvet cocoon and shuffled across my apartment towards the door. “If this is the kid in 5C’s idea of a good time I swear to god…”
Tap tap ta- Just as I got to the door, the sound was cut short. Obviously, whoever was knocking had heard me coming. Convinced that this was the kid down the hall being a brat, I opened the door; fully prepared to give him a piece of my mind. …show more content…
We were a few feet from the pinpoint when I heard laughter. Not a child’s giggle, but a cold, evil laugh that sent goosebumps down my arms. It terrified me to my core, but for my sanity’s sake, I tried to shrug it off. I was chalking it up to a lack of sleep and an overdose on Stephen King novels, when I saw Michael’s face. Wide-eyed and so pale he looked almost translucent, I had never seen him look that scared. I leaned over the side of the boat, - ready to empty my fear and my lunch into the lake - when I saw a face looking back at me. The boy from the photo. I recoiled back into the boat, and after catching my breath, I forced Michael to look with me, as proof that I was seeing
I rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock. Its bold digital face read… 4:36.
I had been tossing and turning all night, I guess it was my own fault for reading horror stories before bed. I flipped the pillow over and tried to go back to sleep.
Tap tap tap. It sounded like someone knocking at the door. “Who the hell is out at 4:36 on a Tuesday morning?” I thought to myself as I blindly felt around the nightstand for my glasses. I looked over at Michael, envious that my sleeping boyfriend didn’t have to deal with whatever madness I was getting myself into. He mumbled something incoherent and rolled over. Lucky bastard.
Tap tap tap. “I’m coming! Oh my god, hang on!” The incessant knocking was more than I could handle at this ungodly hour. I peeled myself out of my duvet cocoon and shuffled across my apartment towards the door. “If this is the kid in 5C’s idea of a good time I swear to god…”
Tap tap ta- Just as I got to the door, the sound was cut short. Obviously, whoever was knocking had heard me coming. Convinced that this was the kid down the hall being a brat, I opened the door; fully prepared to give him a piece of my mind. …show more content…
We were a few feet from the pinpoint when I heard laughter. Not a child’s giggle, but a cold, evil laugh that sent goosebumps down my arms. It terrified me to my core, but for my sanity’s sake, I tried to shrug it off. I was chalking it up to a lack of sleep and an overdose on Stephen King novels, when I saw Michael’s face. Wide-eyed and so pale he looked almost translucent, I had never seen him look that scared. I leaned over the side of the boat, - ready to empty my fear and my lunch into the lake - when I saw a face looking back at me. The boy from the photo. I recoiled back into the boat, and after catching my breath, I forced Michael to look with me, as proof that I was seeing