Short Stories

The Nightly Visitor

It was dark, maybe around midnight, but it was still there, standing in the middle of my dark bedroom. It's eyes were all i could see, it's breathe was all I could hear. What did it want? It came closer, as it's eyes parted to the sides in a slow fashion. Fear began to overwhelm me, overwhelming shock began to overcome my thoughts and I no longer could move my body. It's crippling stare was enough to make even the strongest of men shiver. It was dark, almost greyish. It had something dripping from its mouth. It came closer and closer and I could do nothing to stop it. Finally it spoke and i knew it was over. "B-Brandon" It spoke. My heart dropped. How did it know my name? Who was this? Was this a prank? These questions wandered in my mind for what felt like hours.