The night, the one I will never forget the one that will always be watching you,haunting you until it ends you...
It was Friday pick black as the ace of spades coming closer and closer in your sleep then it all stopped, your heart skips a beat you mind making up what you want and this is where it begins the face, the face you can't escape.
As I jump up the light of the candle blew out a gust of wind targeting you and there it was, coming out of the walls it's hands dripping with the rose red blood from each of its Victoms, the souless black eyes with the deep glow of its pupil staring at you making its move as you start there horrified.
I couldn't move it's controlling me as I try to resist it but doesn't work I'm to weak for it.
The clock hits 6 am and it's vanishes is the speed of light, but you get the feeling that's it's watching you, counting down your days to live...