Of monsters and bad men

A discovery of evil (intro)

It all started when I was about 7, I awoke one morning from my "nightmare", the same recurring one I had each night. I knew something was wrong. The back of my head ached as if there was something lodged in it. There was, yet as of then I had no idea. Dismissing the discomfort, I returned to sleep, hiding under my blanket. I was still terrified of the monsters.

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/Creak/
The door complained as it was slowly prised open with scratching claws.
"Are you asleep?" queried the demon, knowing full well that I was not.
I slowed  breathing, squeezed my eyes tight shut and remained under the heavy, stifling blanket.

/Thud. Thud. Thud./
His footsteps edged towards me; miniscule thuds on a soft carpet floor, his footsteps muffled by the insulated material. I heard his breathing, deep and heavy as always. Again, I felt the hot air from his mouth near my face.

Pulling the blanket up near my ear, he whispered, "Libby... I know you're awake. Be a good girl and open those eyes for me."

Sweat leaked from my pores and my eyes remained sealed as firmly as possible.

Now full of quiet rage, his deep voice taunted me, "You have until I count to three. You know what happens when I get to three."

My stomach turned, I did know what happened when he got to three. Still, I was more terrified of what would happen if he realised I was awake. I was clinging desperately to that stupid, naïve hope that he would believe my act.

"One," he began menacingly. "Two... Three!"

Firmly, he yanked back the blanket and grasped his sausage fingers around my mouth.
My eyes opened wide and I tried to scream.