I have always had trouble sleeping, even in my younger days getting to sleep was nothing but a pointless chore. I often laid awake staring at the ceiling fan of my parents bedroom for I was to afraid to sleep alone. As I grew older I became to old to be sleeping with mother and father, so I had to sleep in my own bed that was often either stripped or made, waiting for someone to use it. I eventually got into my own little routine of leaving the door open and the light on and I grew to enjoy sleeping in my own bed.
My father worked long shifts to where he wouldn't get home until late hours of the night, during the weekend scene I couldn't sleep anyways I would wait up for him, he normally have candy or other goodies with him when he got home that he would share with me, and we always had a lot a great time together during those nights.
One night while I was waiting for him to get home I noticed a woman standing in the dark hallway outside my door, The light from my lamp illuminated her just enough to where i could see her face, I found it rather queer because I knew all the doors were locked and all the windows were hardly open so my first thought was how she had gotten into our house. I got a good look at her, she had light brown hair, a beautiful warm smile and rosy cheeks that screamed happiness, dark green eyes that radiated compassion and caring. I was in a trance, she walked into the hall way and as she did she beckoned me to go with her. Without even thinking i got out of my bed a followed her blindly for what seemed like a long journey to the living room.
Once in the dark living room I saw the tall beautiful woman facing away from me out the sliding glass door. As I peered at her reflection I noticed her once warming smile was now a serious look of anger and hate. I tried to move but my body appeared frozen. I looked behind me to find the same woman staring at me with the same horrid eyes. I looked back at the reflection and saw that it was looking at me. Their stare filled the air with hate and a slight blood lust, their eyes fixed on my every move as I struggled to get any movement at all. I felt a terrible burning sensation all over my body, as if their stare was so intense it was physically harming. I managed to drop to my knees and put my head between my legs. They both towered over my cowering body with the hateful stare. I attempted to let out a blood curdling scream but nothing came out, I began to try again and again straining every part of my face and neck to let out a single yelp...But nothing ever came out.
After what felt like years of the horrible torture they walked away, through the screen door never to be seen again. I got to a standing position and walked over to my mother who was still asleep in her room, I looked at her and thought about waking her up and telling her but decided against it for it would be to hard to believe. I whispered goodnight and walked over to my sisters room, she too was undisturbed, once again I whispered goodnight and went into my room where I sat on my bed and thought about what just happened.
As I rested my head to go to sleep I felt a familiar burning sensation, I could feel them staring at me, watching me with hate once more. I quickly looked through my door... there was nothing, I peered out my window.. there too was nothing. I closed the door and laid back down, and the feeling slowly faded away. I began sleeping with the door closed and when questioned upon it I simply stated looking in the hallway was to distracting. After a few weeks I could feel the watchful, hateful eyes of the young woman once again, I started sleeping with the light off to sooth the feeling.
To this very day and more than likely everyday to come I cannot sleep if a open door is visible, nor if the room is any less then pitch dark. Our family dog deeply hates going into my room and at times flat out refuses to, I believe its because she can feel the eyes of the young woman in all their blood thirsty hate as well. If forced to sleep in my room she goes into the corner furthest from my door and often whines as if being hit. I do not know who that lady was, nor do I know what her true intentions were or why she choose me. But one thing is for sure, as I sit in my living room alone telling you this event, she is somewhere right now staring at me with those hateful eyes, planning, waiting, and watching...