"Please leave me alone."
Her voice cracked through the dark, empty room as she clutched onto her pillow. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she felt the coldness and dreadfulness of that black figures stare glaring at her from out the window. She shivered, whimpering as she slowly turned over towards the other side trying to escape those eyes which stared her so mercilessly. As her body became entangled with her blankets, she began to squirm desperately trying to get them off of herself.
"I don't want you here. Get out! Get out!" She cried. Her voice shook with each sentence until finally an audible click could be heard from her door.
As soon as she heard the sound, she shot up into a sitting position breathing heavily. Her heart raced as she gripped her chest with her right hand while holding her breath with her left. She took a moment to calm down as her vision cleared, and looked around her room for the source of the noise. It was completely silent.
Hastily, she turned back to look at the window but to her very surprise, the black figure was gone. Her gaze then traveled to the part of the window where the small red spider, the only light source in her otherwise darkened bedroom, sat watching her intently. The spider remained motionless except for its antennae which twitched slightly, indicating it was aware of the sudden change of environment. And, ere long, she began to feel that same overhelming feeling of fear she had felt before when coveted by her sheets. She knew the feeling all too well - The Dark figure was back. It knew she was awake now!..
Instinctively, she stood up and walked towards the open window with a heavy sense of urgency and indecisiveness . Peering outside, she glanced around the yards garden, looking... searching very carefully for the dark figure amidst the thick darkness.
"Ah!" she shrieked once as her attention turned outside to the garden hose that had suddenly turned on spontaneously. She gasped for breath at once but soon breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing what it merely was. But then, as her attention slowly diverted back to the swing set that was mounted just by the lilly rose bush, she gasped in horror and disbelief to what she saw: standing infront of the swing set there, was a tall man, perhaps 7 feet tall, with a large, pitch black top hat on his head. He stood there motionless but heavily breathing, as he watced the woman whom was fearfully staring at him from the window. And it wasn't until the garden lights began erratically flicking on and off, had the woman then began noticing the vile details on his face: the man's face was severely burnt and meshed with some black liquid dripping from his forehead and his mouth was sown tightly shut as well.
It took a while for his stillness to break and with just one smirk of those sown shut lips, the man moved quickly, in a very distorted type of way, to the front door. There, with an ominous gait, he reached up and grasped the knob, twisted sharply, flung the door open, and stepped inside. After taking one last look behind him, his sinister smile widened and, after glancing briefly in both directions down the hall, his footsteps grew ever louder as he proceeded deeper and deeper into the house.
Once inside the dark house, the stranger closed the door silently as if closing the jaws of hell upon it. Then, he began walking slowly and nonchalantly across the living room in search of the woman.
His footsteps echoed across the hallway, up two flights of stairs and stopped at a closed wooden door. Slowly, he pushed against it gently to open it up. The hinges creaked in protest, as did the old door itself. The man smiled menacingly at this, and with a sharp tug, the door flew open revealing an empty bedroom.
Upon entering, the man took a moment to take stock of his surroundings. He then noticed the closet door that faced him in a corner of the room, next to the bed. His grin grew wide, knowing exactly where the woman would be hiding under all the bedding.
With great anticipation, he approached the closet door and placed his ear against it. He could hear the quiet heavy breathing of the woman whom had been trying to hide away from him. But not anymore. Slowly, the man reached for his lips and used his finger nail to rip a line in the stitches. Then he spoke lowly:
"What? You're scared of me?" he chuckled.
After waiting a short moment for the sound to reach his ear, the man decided to speak again.
"Come on, come out. I've seen your ugly mug in the windows and the street. It ain't pretty. Come out," he said again, with a deep chuckle, and continued. "I know you're not scared of me. Now it's time to stop pretending."
After waiting another moment, nothing came from the closet. Then, the man started getting impatient. Slowly, he began pulling the door of the closet door ever so slowly. He took his time so as to taunt the woman whom was shivering with fear in there.
"Come on... time to go Clara" the man whispered as he continued opening the closet door slowly. With each new inch that separated his head from the woman's, his grin got wider and bigger with each passing second.
Slowly, the closet doors were opened all the way to reveal the extremely frightened and sweaty looking woman whom had her arms crossed tightly around her legs.
Upon seeing the man, the girl burst out crying, begging for help:
"No! Please! Leave me alone! Don't touch me. You'll hurt me!" she screamed, her voice quavering and shaking uncontrollably.
The man let out a sinister laugh in reply as he raised his hands above his head and stretched his fingers out at an inhuman angle. Suddenly, without warning, he brought those fingers downwards like scissors, cutting the air as they slashed towards the girl. In a split second, she was hit by these razor sharp fingers. Then immediately, she began bleeding profusely from multiple cuts on her arm. Oh how she screamed! She screamed so loud that its piercing harsh sound echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. Then, the man let out an evil chuckle as he observed the scene he had just created:
"How about we do this my dear?" The man smirked as he lifted his foot and stamped down hard on the girl's leg, making her wince and cry even harder.
"I hurt you some more and you scream even louder..." The man whispered with his sinister grin growing larger and bigger with each word. "Oh no... don't try to resist. Just enjoy it." the man implored.
"You're.... you're not real." the lady belts out while still in absolute pain. "This is just a dream! None of it is real!!" the lady yelled out again.
"Oh, how I wish it were Clara." the dark figured man remarked. "At least then, I wouldn't have to stomach doing this.."
Then, immediately, the man stretched his arm out once more and used his razor sharp nails to charge at the woman's head.
"Aaaahhhh!!!" the lady screamed as she watched the long arm of the man coming directly at her. Then suddenly, everything went blank and she was back in her bed.
She wasn't dead though, just awake.