It’s that time again, time for the writing prompts to commence! And we have a new one this month, so…here it is! (If you haven’t already seen it.)
On to the show!
It was a stormy night, somewhere else in the world. For me, it was just another quiet, clear night. My power was out, again. I wasn’t sure what the excuse was this time, but I was sure the power company had one. Lucky for me it was bed time and I didn’t have to get up at any certain time in the morning. I made sure everything was turned off, or the knobs said off, before crawling into bed and trying to go to sleep.
I sleep with a fan on every night, so falling asleep was proving hard to do. I tossed and turned for an hour before finally passing out. I had thought about reading, but I didn’t like the idea of having my nose in a book with just a little book light to read by. It wasn’t my eyes I was worried about, but my mind. Last time I had read with the power out I saw things moving around in my room. Now, the dark freaked me out and the best thing to do was to go to sleep.
Only an hour later I was up again. The power was still out and it felt like the room was darker than before. I kept the covers over my head, my mind was playing tricks on me again. I could hear the heavy breathing, hear the skittering of feet. So many sounds. A floorboard creaking in the hall way. The sound of my closet door opening and quietly shutting. I could feel the shadow over my bed, I could feel the red beady eyes glaring at me.
“Go away, go away, go away.” I chanted. I didn’t want to see it or hear it. I just wanted to go back to sleep, but my heart was racing and there was no way I was getting back to sleep now.
“My little Owl, you cannot chase me away like that.” The cool deep voice said. I held back a scream. “Only the light can chase me away, and you do not have the power this night.” I felt the tears streaming down my face, I felt the hand on my leg. It’s claws were sharp and ready to slice open my skin. “Just come out from under the cover, little Owl.”
I didn’t move, didn’t breath. I had never let him in the past few months with the power outages. I had beat him off every time. I had one every time before. I wouldn’t let him win now. I held the covers tight, taking a deep breath and holding it again. I wanted to pass out, if I held my breath long enough I could just pass out and wake up in the morning.
“Oh, Little Owl. Why won’t you come out to play?” He asked, his hand was now on my stomach. “I can feel your heart beat. It’s racing, so fast. Are you afraid of me? Do not be afraid Little Owl, I just want to see your beautiful face.” I said nothing, I didn’t move. The longer I stayed there the more the fear drifted away and anger took its place.
For months I had been dealing with this monster. For months I had let him torture me with fear. I was tired of being the weak girl that hid from what scared her. I was going to beat this thing in a different way this time. I was going to face him. I was going to fight him and he would never come back again. I was tired of being afraid of the dark. And more than anything, I wanted to get some sleep.
I started to move the covers. “That’s a girl. My Little Owl. Show your face to me.” He said. I could feel his claws brush my fingers as he pulled the blanket down. I sat up in my bed and faced him. His red eyes glowing in the dark. I could see his large smile filled with sharp teeth. His black cloak hung on his arms, tattered and torn.
“What do you want from me?” I asked him.
“Oh, have I angered you?”
“What do you want from me?” I said, pushing him away and standing from my bed to face him. “You are here every night the power is out. You thrive on my fear and you steal my sleep. What do you want from me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He said, backing away, his smile fading to a frown.
“No, it’s not. You keep telling me you want me to come out to play. Is that code for tearing me apart with those sharp claws of yours?”
“No.” His clawed hand covered his mouth as he gasped. “I would never hurt you, Little Owl.”
“Andy why do you call me Little Owl?” I almost shouted at him. “My name is…”
“I know your name.” He said, cutting me off. “But you stay up late at night. I watch you from the shadows, reading and writing. You are a night owl. You do your best work at night. My Little Owl.” He sounded hurt, offended.
“I am not yours!” I did shout this time. I was so angry.
“I am sorry.” He said as he backed away again. “I just wanted a friend.”
“It’s lonely in the shadows, with no one to talk to. You seemed lonely to. I just wanted a friend.”
“Really?” I asked him, confused. I had feared this creature for so long and now he was sulking in front of me.
“Please, I just wanted someone to talk to. I am not evil.” He whimpered. “I am a forgotten imaginary friend. The child I was created by was a twisted little boy. He loved me, then he grew up and left me behind.”
“What?” I was so confused.
“I’m just tired of being alone in the shadows.”
“Fine, but this whole sneaking around thing has got to stop.”
“You will speak to me then?” He asked.
“Yes.” I told him. I laughed as his smile returned. It was a creepy smile, but it wasn’t evil. He came towards me, arms out like he was coming in for a hug. I tensed, preparing myself to be hugged by a shadow monster, and it was at that exact moment the power came back on.
I jumped as the house came back to life. I rushed to turn out the bedroom light, to see if the monster was still there. “Hello?” I asked the dark room. His head peeked from around my closet door.
“Goodnight, my Little Owl.” He said and slipped back into the closet.
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