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Yellow. It was all I could see in the black of night.
Dad had tucked me into bed just moments ago and it had already showed up. Usually it took about an hour for it to come, but it was right on time tonight. It seemed to be coming earlier and earlier.
I didn’t know what it was or what it wanted. I didn’t know what it was doing there or where it came from. It didn’t do anything. It didn’t bother me. It just stared.
The yellow eyes stared at me and never blinked.
I lay stiffly on my back in bed. My blankets were pulled up over my neck covering me completely. I peeked over my covers also trying not to blink. I was afraid if I did the yellow eyes would move elsewhere in my bedroom.
I felt as though I needed to keep an eye on it just like it was keeping its eyes on me.
However, I did sometimes try to close my eyes and sleep. It never did anything except watch me and I always eventually fell asleep as tired took over. When I woke up the next morning, it was always gone and I was always okay. The only way I could get through the night was to just fall asleep in hopes morning would come faster.
So, pulling together the little courage I had, I closed my eyes.
“One, two, three…” I counted to myself hoping that would help me sleep faster. “Four, five, six…”
I opened one eye slightly. It was still there. Watching.
I squeezed both my eyes shut. “Seven, eight, nine…”
I opened my eyes again. “Ten?”
It was still staring. I sighed. And then it did something it had never done before.
It blinked.
“Dad!” I sat up straight in my bed screaming as loud as my lungs would allow. “Dad, Dad! Come quick! Hurry!”
I heard heavy footsteps pound up the stairs. I breathed deeply anticipating my dad to open my bedroom door and charge right in. He would get rid of the yellow eyes for me. Right?
My bedroom door opened the light from the hallway streaming through the cracks. Dad flicked the light switch. My eyes squinted in the sudden bright light. Once my vision adjusted, I pointed to my closet.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Dad asked in a panic.
“There’s something in my closet.” I whispered. Though I didn’t know why I whispered. If it was still in my closet it could probably hear me. It probably knew why I had called my dad to my room.
Dad sighed and his shoulders relaxed. He cracked a smile. What was he smiling about?
He walked over to my closet and opened it wide. There were my clothes hanging neatly on their hangers, my clothes hamper on the floor beneath them, and my various pairs of shoes surrounding the basket.
He turned around and pointed to the inside of the closet. “See? Nothing here. No monsters.”
I blinked. Of course it wasn’t going to be in my closet. Dad was there and the light was turned on. Why would it stay in the closet for Dad to see it?
“It must be under my bed now.” I said. That was the only other place I could think of for it to hide.
Dad chuckled and walked over to my bed. He got down on his fours and stuck his head under my head. “Nope. Nothing here.” He sat back up resting on his knees. He took my hands in his smiling.
“You’re okay. There is nothing in here. We have an alarm system, no one can get in.”
“It’s not no one, though. It’s a monster or something. It doesn’t need to come through the front door.” I stated.
“Maria, there are no such things as monsters.” Dad stood up and tucked me back in again forcing me to lie down once more. He kissed me on the forehead and walked back over to the door.
“I’m right down the hall if you need me.” He winked turning off the light again. Then he closed the door.
I pressed my lips together trying to keep my nerves in check. The room was pitch black once more and my vision wasn’t adjusted to the darkness.
I looked back over at my closet. Dad forgot to close the closet door.
The yellow eyes were back.
And this time he brought a friend.
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