Post by Sparkly on Jun 17, 2018 9:48:57 GMT -5
"Momma?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Can you check under my bed before I go to sleep?"
"Oh, sweetie. I was scared of monsters when I was your age, too. You see, my father - Your grandfather - He would tell these stories. They were crazy. Tales of dragons and demons, shapeshifters and spirits. My mother would always say that they were just stories, but they scared me nonetheless. But then..."
"But then what, momma?"
"Then, our next-door-neighbour started acting... different. He would walk differently, stand differently, say different things. He once forgot my name. He called me Dagon, whatever sort of name that is. I swear I once saw his eyes turn orange. Then, other people started acting strange, too. The kids in the neighbourhood would yell and scream. Dogs would bark all hours of the day and night. Even my own aunt, who had been kind and sweet her entire life, started being strict and irritable!
One day, I invited my best friend, Louise, over to my house. She had been acting pretty quiet the past few days, but I thought that she was just rattled from the sudden behaviour changes, like I was. I ran up to my room to fetch a board game whilst she waited downstairs in the kitchen with my parents. When I got downstairs again, Louise was gone, and my parents looked like they had both seen ghosts. The next day, we moved out. I never saw Louise again. I know I must just be remembering some normal event strangely, but ever since then, things have felt different. Like how my neighbour was acting different. But, anyway, I've probably just scared you half to death, haven't I? I'm sorry, darling. I'm sure there's nothing under your bed. Night night, sweetheart."
"Night night, momma."
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A pair of orange eyes appeared in the darkness.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Can you check under my bed before I go to sleep?"
"Oh, sweetie. I was scared of monsters when I was your age, too. You see, my father - Your grandfather - He would tell these stories. They were crazy. Tales of dragons and demons, shapeshifters and spirits. My mother would always say that they were just stories, but they scared me nonetheless. But then..."
"But then what, momma?"
"Then, our next-door-neighbour started acting... different. He would walk differently, stand differently, say different things. He once forgot my name. He called me Dagon, whatever sort of name that is. I swear I once saw his eyes turn orange. Then, other people started acting strange, too. The kids in the neighbourhood would yell and scream. Dogs would bark all hours of the day and night. Even my own aunt, who had been kind and sweet her entire life, started being strict and irritable!
One day, I invited my best friend, Louise, over to my house. She had been acting pretty quiet the past few days, but I thought that she was just rattled from the sudden behaviour changes, like I was. I ran up to my room to fetch a board game whilst she waited downstairs in the kitchen with my parents. When I got downstairs again, Louise was gone, and my parents looked like they had both seen ghosts. The next day, we moved out. I never saw Louise again. I know I must just be remembering some normal event strangely, but ever since then, things have felt different. Like how my neighbour was acting different. But, anyway, I've probably just scared you half to death, haven't I? I'm sorry, darling. I'm sure there's nothing under your bed. Night night, sweetheart."
"Night night, momma."
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A pair of orange eyes appeared in the darkness.
