Horror Night

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When the night became dark, the creature came out. It had no eyes, but it could see. It didn't have lungs, but you could hear it breathing. I was clinging to the corner of the bed. I knew the creature was waiting for my dream. And its heart was my wakefulness. Every night. I listened to the heart beat buzz under my bed. Sometimes, when the sleep ended up defeating me, I woke up and the sheet was on the floor, torn. Each day was more terrifying than the previous one. Fear was eating me away. Without being able to do anything. No one believed me, no one ever believed me what happened that terrifying and schizophrenic night. The rain didn't stop. The light of the rays illuminated my room for seconds. Everything was dark, except for the few seconds.  Once again I felt the beats under the bed. Our hearts were beating at the same time. Mine of fear, his of anxiety. I felt something crouching under my bed. He was getting ready to attack. I, filled with fear, curled up in the corner, away from the edge of the bed. Little by little, the sheet was pulled. I grabbed it with my hands to stop it, to tuck myself in and hide to wait for my destiny. Even so, I lost the sheet when it fell to the floor.  Climbing slowly up the edge of the bed, I saw a hand. A claw. Long, sinister nails that tried to tear what was in front of them. I was in front. The creature was incorporated into his deformed body. He looked at me with the empty socket of his eyes. I saw my own fear in that dark emptiness. I heard the mumbling of his teeth. He was ready and approaching, breathing hot air that did not come out of his deformed chest. He brought his black teeth closer to my face. It had no breath. Even so, I could hear the buzzing of his heart. Then he attacked me, but first he fell to the ground. My hand still held his entrails, the things he had left. I bent down and began to chew, little by little, until there was nothing left. Not even a reason to believe me.

F. JaBieR