I throw my jacket over its hook on the door, exhausted from a long day's work. It's pitch black in my living room. I find my way over to the light switch and place my hand on it to flick it on. Why my hand lands on an old, bony hand is beyond me...
There's a creepy painting of a face in my 4th floor hotel room... it feels like it's staring right at me through the darkness. I can't sleep very well, but when I wake up, I can't tell if it's relief or dread I feel when I find that where the painting was, there is now a window.
Don't be scared of monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, look to your right, under your bed, in your closet... but never look behind you; she hates being seen.
Growing up in a house alongside cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door as I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.
I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to lie in a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, fast asleep next to me.
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