Last week’s prompt was Scared Stiff.
I wrote this one for Sacha’s Writespiration #55. I decided to recycle here:
It was all I could see in the pitch black of night. Three eyes glowed on the other side of my bedroom. This was not a stranger who broke into the house and was trying to rob us. This was someone—or something—much bigger than that.
It was a monster.
The eyes stared at me unblinking. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to count sheep in order to sleep. Everything would be better in the morning. The eyes wouldn’t be there when daylight shone through the window.
And yet… I couldn’t look away.
I pulled the blankets slowly off my face only uncovering my own two eyes. Sure enough, the set of three eyes were staring back at me.
They were bright. They were yellow. The eyes were open wide, unblinking. They stared directly at me their gaze not shifting one bit.
Could it blink? Could it even move? Every night the eyes stare, but they never do anything. It never spoke, never made any noise.
Sweat formed on my forehead. My arms became numb and stiff with fear. I finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“Dad! Come quick!” I shouted as loud as I could and then immediately covered my head in my blankets again.
Through the sheets I could see the room turn brighter.
“What? Is something wrong?” I heard the soothing sound of my father’s voice and let out a sigh of relief.
I peeked over the blankets and sat up in my bed. I pointed to the other side of the room directly across from my bed.
“There’s a monster in here.” I whispered.
My dad smiled at me. Why was he smiling?
“Honey, I promise there are no such things as monsters.” He walked over to where the monster had stood and looked up at the lavender painted wall.
There was nothing across my bed. The wall was bare and my dresser and closet were near my bed. There was absolutely nothing that could look like three yellow eyes watching me. There was only one explanation: it was a monster.
“See?” Dad stretched out his arms still facing the wall. He turned around and shrugged. “There is nothing here.”
Only because the light is on… I wanted to explain to him, but I couldn’t find my voice.
“Now go back to sleep. It’s late and you have school in the morning.” Dad kissed me on the forehead. He turned the light back off and closed the door.
The room was pitch black again. I stared at the closed door breathing slowly my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.
I told myself to put my head down on my pillow and close my eyes. I told myself not to look at the monster.
But I couldn’t help myself. I had to see if it was still there.
I turned my head to look in front of me and sure enough, the monster was still there.
And he brought a friend.
Now onto this week’s prompt…
We have come to the end of September, so here’s another sentence starter. Have fun with this one!
If you choose to participate, post your work in the comments. I’d love to see what you come up with.
Next Friday, before revealing the next prompt, I’ll post my version of the prompt along with anyone else who participates with a link back to their blog.
Happy writing!
