It's her again, Travis thought to himself as he lied in bed, pulling the covers closer to his face to hide. Why is he so frightened of her? He's supposed to be one of the tough ones. He's on the football team and was on the basketball team. But this girl was terrifying.
Travis knew she was in the room. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her. Looking at his night stand alarm clock it read 2:55 a.m. She would be appearing in the dark corner behind his door just staring at him. He was always afraid to stare as well as afraid to turn his back. Travis continued watching the dark. Waiting.
His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. If his mother was in the hall she would probably hear. Stop it, Travis, obviously she's not hurting you, Travis thought, Yeah, but why is she here? Travis felt a drop of sweat glide down his forehead. It annoyed him, he wiped it away with his hand, then he stopped. He thought he had heard something. Looking around his room, there was nothing. Yet. He took a deep breath, looking at the clock again it read 3:00 a.m. Just five minutes passed? He thought. Time was moving too slow for him. His eyes traveled to the dark figure in the dark corner. It was her. She always wore the same thing and it was black. But her skin was as pale as the dead. Her hair was short and that was black too. Her hair always covered her face. Travis could never make out a nose, lips, or eyes. She just stood there while Travis breathed heavily. He couldn't control it. He closed his eyes, reopened them and she was gone. She hadn't stayed long. That's a first.
In the morning Travis chewed his cereal slowly.
"You're going to have to be quicker than that, Travis, if you don't want to be late for school," his mother said as she got ready for work that morning.
"Uh, mom, I'm going to walk to school today," Travis said hesitantly, putting his unfinished bowl in the sink. His mother didn't show much concern.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
It was a fifteen minute walk to school. Travis was almost at the school and could see all the other teenagers. Travis was a junior at his high school. Brian was his best friend and jogged over to Travis once he saw him.
"Hey, Travis," Brian said. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Travis said in a low voice with his head down. Brian had noticed in the past few weeks this difference in Travis. He never questioned it though. He just thought it was something personal but he'd wish Travis would get over it.
There was football practice after school.
"C'mon Trav, we better get to practice or Coach will have a fit," Brian reminded Travis. But Travis just shook his head.
"I think I'm going to go home; I don't feel so good." Brian just stared at him and let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Okay," he said and walked away.
Travis wasn't sick, he was still shaken up and scared. She never came out in the daytime so he knew there was nothing to worry about. It's just when he remembers the nights he gets the terrified feeling. Walking home, Travis tried to loosen up. The sun was shining today so he took off his jacket. Across the street he saw Mr. Willington watering his garden. He saw Ms. Jackson's kids running around the yard and Tory King, a student in his class, just arriving home. Everything was okay in the daytime.
That night, Travis was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he rinsed he sensed something go by in the hall. He stuck his head out the door.
"Hello?" He called. It couldn't be his mother, she was out. Travis turned back to the sink and turned off the faucet. With confidence he knew it wasn't her. He left the bathroom and went for the kitchen. Just as his foot was about to set down on the icy kitchen floor, the kitchen lights flickered. Travis stopped short. "Whaaat?" He muttered and looked around. He was more startled and confused than frightened. This house was fine and didn't have any problems. Travis shook his head and went into the kitchen. Once he did the cabinets flew open with a loud bang. This caused Travis to run out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stood behind a wall and tried to catch his breath. This wasn't normal. Stuff like this only happens in scary movies, he thought. It was quiet throughout the house. Travis sat low to the ground and stuck his head around the wall to see into the kitchen. He watched the kitchen door close slowly by itself. Frantically, Travis turns his head back around breathing hard. Well, looks like I'm not eating tonight. Travis didn't know what to do next. He thought something might jump at him. Travis was deep in thought that he didn't see the shadow coming his way. He tried to crawl away but the couch was in his way. She can see me.
"Travis, is that you?" The voice asked.
"Mom?" Travis asked with relief.
"Yes. What are you doing?" Travis sighs and gets up, ready to face his mother. Instead of saying, 'Hi mom, glad to see you back,' he makes an ear shattering scream. It wasn't his mom. It was a figure dressed in black, with pale white skin, black short hair, and noticeable, but avoidable, bright, frightening, blue eyes. Eyes too unreal. Travis runs out of the house and into the night still screaming. Still screaming even though his mother, who he ran into from coming home, was asking what was wrong and lightly shaking him to answer her.
Travis was still frightened, but just told his mother that he had had a bad dream while she was out. He didn't want his mother involved, to think that he was too big to be seeing things like little kids. Travis fell asleep in his bed. At 3 a.m. she didn't appear
Next morning, Travis didn't eat at all. His mother was too busy to notice. She drove Travis to school that day. Travis stared at all the kids outside of the school. They don't have problems like I do, he thought.
"Travis?"
"Yeah?" He responded.
"Tonight I'm going to see Grandma, so take care of the house while I'm out, okay?" He didn't want to be alone again, but he slowly nodded his head as he got out of the car. Once he did he sworn things seemed to look different. Everything in his sight seemed to sway, he felt dizzy and his hearing was funny. He tried to shake the feeling off.
"Are you okay?" A random girl asked him.
"Yeah," and he walked away.
By 3rd bell, Travis was beyond scared. He was going deaf. For fifteen minutes he couldn't hear anything, then the sounds would come back on. Twenty minutes later he'd loose his hearing again for another fifteen minutes. It made him worry. He didn't want to see the nurse because he thought it wasn't that bad. He could still hear from time to time. Throughout the day, Brian stared at him. Now he lost it, Brian thought.
At the end of the day, the swaying, dizziness, and deafness affects grew stronger. He tried to stay still but he felt like he was still moving every time. Then, just like that, it stopped. Everything looked normal and straight. Travis could hear all of the loud students. He felt better and confident that the phase was over. As he walked out of the school, he thought about looking for Brian so they could head to practice, but Travis stopped dead in his tracks. The girl behind him was a brunette and had brown eyes, but when Travis looked at her again it wasn't the brunette, it was her. Now scared to death, Travis turned around, and tried to get home as fast as he could, but now he was seeing her everywhere. He looked to his right and she was there. He looked to his left and she was there. He looked behind him, in front of him and she was there. It was as if she was shifting from one person to the next. She was shifting from one person to the next. Travis felt like he was loosing it and just wanted to feel sane. Somebody grabbed a hold of Travis's arm and he screamed.
"Travis, cool down, are you ok?" Brian asked. Travis was so shaken with fright that he couldn't answer. "Wow, Travis, you look like you seen a ghost." Travis looked at Brian square in the face. He grasped onto Brian and pulled him close to his face.
"I've seen worse," he whispers.
Once Travis got home, she wasn't around anymore. He didn't think she was gone for good. At 9:46 p.m., Travis was sitting in the living room trying to read a book with the TV on. He didn't want any silence. From time to time he'd look up from his book, paranoid. He realized how dark it was outside and how hungry he was but didn't want to go into the kitchen at this time. He looked back down at his book, only to look back up two seconds later at Spongebob on the TV screen. It's okay Travis, he thought to himself, she's not here. So what if your home alone, you're not going to die. Die? Why would I think that? That's it Travis, you think to yourself too much, look what this girl, maybe thing, has done to you. Just finish reading the book, you can ask mom to make you something to eat when she's done with the laundry. That's when Travis's mind went blank. Mom doing the laundry. That's when he started hearing the washing machine down the hall. This knowledge made Travis's pulse quicken. Mom's not home. Travis set his book down and slowly stood up. He crept slowly to the hall, all the lights were on in the house. Travis looked to the laundry room, the door was open. The kitchen door caught his attention, the door was slowly closing just like the other night. She's in the kitchen. Watching the kitchen door shut, Travis made baby steps to the laundry room. He kept his back against the wall and moved steadily. When he finally made it, he saw that the washing machine was going. He moved towards it and carefully opened the washing machine door. Silence grew deafening as the washing machine stopped. Inside Travis could see that something was being washed. He put his arm inside and pulled it out, looking it over. It was a black dress with long sleeves. She's washing her clothes in my house!? Travis sensed something behind him and knew who it was. Her. She stood in the dark corner and Travis could tell she was naked. The dress made a loud splat when it hit the floor. Her head was some what down but he knew she was looking at him. He couldn't move and she didn't move. Travis swallowed a few times before speaking.
"Who are you?" Travis knew she wouldn't reply. Travis started to run for the door, but when he turned around she was in front of him. He jumped and tried to turn another way, but she was there, in his face, again. "What do you want?" Travis was looking down at her, but she seemed to grow taller and taller to the point where she was looking down at him. Travis looked around her, at the door, and ran as fast as he could to the door, but a pain shot up in his arm from his hand. He screamed loudly; the door had slammed on his hand. With his good hand, he opened the door and went down the hall, staring at his bloody left hand in shock. He went for the nearest sink, which was in the kitchen. When he got closer to the kitchen, the lights in the whole house flickered, but Travis continued. He went into the kitchen, and all the cabinets flew open, while the chairs scattered everywhere. Once Travis turned the water on all the noise stopped. His heavy breathing was all he heard. He looked behind him and everything looked fine.
"Travis?" Travis spun his head to the direction his name was coming from. He exhaled.
"Hi mom," he said.
"What are you doing?"
"Mom, it's nothing to worry about, I'll bandage it up-"
"What are you talking about, Travis?"
"My hand." His mom looked at his left hand under the water.
"What about it?" Travis looked at it too and was startled; his hand was perfectly fine.
"I-I guess nothing." His mom looked at him strangely.
"Go to sleep soon," she said and left the kitchen.
Travis didn't want to go to sleep. Something about this night didn't feel right. He felt strange, that this wasn't the end and that she'll be back... tonight. Travis turned off all the lights in his room reluctantly. He went to his window and saw nothing. The sky was pitch black. Then he finally crawled into bed, hoping to have a peaceful sleep.
Travis woke up at 3:01 a.m. The only light that was coming into the room was the hallway light, his door was wide open. Waking up from a deep sleep only meant one thing. Travis looked behind his door without leaving the bed. She wasn't there, but he didn't keep his eyes off for one second. What seemed like five minutes was actually twenty-nine minutes. The night stand clock now read 3:30. Travis looked back to the dark corner, but stopped and slowly looked up instead. A dark figure was standing over him. He could now see her bright, blue eyes. He sensed no emotion or feeling coming from those eyes.
"Are you human?" Travis asked. He didn't get an answer from her, but he got something else. Travis was slowly loosing his sight. He couldn't see her at all or anything else. Everything was dark. There was no hallway light.
Travis knew she was in the room. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her. Looking at his night stand alarm clock it read 2:55 a.m. She would be appearing in the dark corner behind his door just staring at him. He was always afraid to stare as well as afraid to turn his back. Travis continued watching the dark. Waiting.
His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. If his mother was in the hall she would probably hear. Stop it, Travis, obviously she's not hurting you, Travis thought, Yeah, but why is she here? Travis felt a drop of sweat glide down his forehead. It annoyed him, he wiped it away with his hand, then he stopped. He thought he had heard something. Looking around his room, there was nothing. Yet. He took a deep breath, looking at the clock again it read 3:00 a.m. Just five minutes passed? He thought. Time was moving too slow for him. His eyes traveled to the dark figure in the dark corner. It was her. She always wore the same thing and it was black. But her skin was as pale as the dead. Her hair was short and that was black too. Her hair always covered her face. Travis could never make out a nose, lips, or eyes. She just stood there while Travis breathed heavily. He couldn't control it. He closed his eyes, reopened them and she was gone. She hadn't stayed long. That's a first.
In the morning Travis chewed his cereal slowly.
"You're going to have to be quicker than that, Travis, if you don't want to be late for school," his mother said as she got ready for work that morning.
"Uh, mom, I'm going to walk to school today," Travis said hesitantly, putting his unfinished bowl in the sink. His mother didn't show much concern.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
It was a fifteen minute walk to school. Travis was almost at the school and could see all the other teenagers. Travis was a junior at his high school. Brian was his best friend and jogged over to Travis once he saw him.
"Hey, Travis," Brian said. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Travis said in a low voice with his head down. Brian had noticed in the past few weeks this difference in Travis. He never questioned it though. He just thought it was something personal but he'd wish Travis would get over it.
There was football practice after school.
"C'mon Trav, we better get to practice or Coach will have a fit," Brian reminded Travis. But Travis just shook his head.
"I think I'm going to go home; I don't feel so good." Brian just stared at him and let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Okay," he said and walked away.
Travis wasn't sick, he was still shaken up and scared. She never came out in the daytime so he knew there was nothing to worry about. It's just when he remembers the nights he gets the terrified feeling. Walking home, Travis tried to loosen up. The sun was shining today so he took off his jacket. Across the street he saw Mr. Willington watering his garden. He saw Ms. Jackson's kids running around the yard and Tory King, a student in his class, just arriving home. Everything was okay in the daytime.
That night, Travis was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. As he rinsed he sensed something go by in the hall. He stuck his head out the door.
"Hello?" He called. It couldn't be his mother, she was out. Travis turned back to the sink and turned off the faucet. With confidence he knew it wasn't her. He left the bathroom and went for the kitchen. Just as his foot was about to set down on the icy kitchen floor, the kitchen lights flickered. Travis stopped short. "Whaaat?" He muttered and looked around. He was more startled and confused than frightened. This house was fine and didn't have any problems. Travis shook his head and went into the kitchen. Once he did the cabinets flew open with a loud bang. This caused Travis to run out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stood behind a wall and tried to catch his breath. This wasn't normal. Stuff like this only happens in scary movies, he thought. It was quiet throughout the house. Travis sat low to the ground and stuck his head around the wall to see into the kitchen. He watched the kitchen door close slowly by itself. Frantically, Travis turns his head back around breathing hard. Well, looks like I'm not eating tonight. Travis didn't know what to do next. He thought something might jump at him. Travis was deep in thought that he didn't see the shadow coming his way. He tried to crawl away but the couch was in his way. She can see me.
"Travis, is that you?" The voice asked.
"Mom?" Travis asked with relief.
"Yes. What are you doing?" Travis sighs and gets up, ready to face his mother. Instead of saying, 'Hi mom, glad to see you back,' he makes an ear shattering scream. It wasn't his mom. It was a figure dressed in black, with pale white skin, black short hair, and noticeable, but avoidable, bright, frightening, blue eyes. Eyes too unreal. Travis runs out of the house and into the night still screaming. Still screaming even though his mother, who he ran into from coming home, was asking what was wrong and lightly shaking him to answer her.
Travis was still frightened, but just told his mother that he had had a bad dream while she was out. He didn't want his mother involved, to think that he was too big to be seeing things like little kids. Travis fell asleep in his bed. At 3 a.m. she didn't appear
Next morning, Travis didn't eat at all. His mother was too busy to notice. She drove Travis to school that day. Travis stared at all the kids outside of the school. They don't have problems like I do, he thought.
"Travis?"
"Yeah?" He responded.
"Tonight I'm going to see Grandma, so take care of the house while I'm out, okay?" He didn't want to be alone again, but he slowly nodded his head as he got out of the car. Once he did he sworn things seemed to look different. Everything in his sight seemed to sway, he felt dizzy and his hearing was funny. He tried to shake the feeling off.
"Are you okay?" A random girl asked him.
"Yeah," and he walked away.
By 3rd bell, Travis was beyond scared. He was going deaf. For fifteen minutes he couldn't hear anything, then the sounds would come back on. Twenty minutes later he'd loose his hearing again for another fifteen minutes. It made him worry. He didn't want to see the nurse because he thought it wasn't that bad. He could still hear from time to time. Throughout the day, Brian stared at him. Now he lost it, Brian thought.
At the end of the day, the swaying, dizziness, and deafness affects grew stronger. He tried to stay still but he felt like he was still moving every time. Then, just like that, it stopped. Everything looked normal and straight. Travis could hear all of the loud students. He felt better and confident that the phase was over. As he walked out of the school, he thought about looking for Brian so they could head to practice, but Travis stopped dead in his tracks. The girl behind him was a brunette and had brown eyes, but when Travis looked at her again it wasn't the brunette, it was her. Now scared to death, Travis turned around, and tried to get home as fast as he could, but now he was seeing her everywhere. He looked to his right and she was there. He looked to his left and she was there. He looked behind him, in front of him and she was there. It was as if she was shifting from one person to the next. She was shifting from one person to the next. Travis felt like he was loosing it and just wanted to feel sane. Somebody grabbed a hold of Travis's arm and he screamed.
"Travis, cool down, are you ok?" Brian asked. Travis was so shaken with fright that he couldn't answer. "Wow, Travis, you look like you seen a ghost." Travis looked at Brian square in the face. He grasped onto Brian and pulled him close to his face.
"I've seen worse," he whispers.
Once Travis got home, she wasn't around anymore. He didn't think she was gone for good. At 9:46 p.m., Travis was sitting in the living room trying to read a book with the TV on. He didn't want any silence. From time to time he'd look up from his book, paranoid. He realized how dark it was outside and how hungry he was but didn't want to go into the kitchen at this time. He looked back down at his book, only to look back up two seconds later at Spongebob on the TV screen. It's okay Travis, he thought to himself, she's not here. So what if your home alone, you're not going to die. Die? Why would I think that? That's it Travis, you think to yourself too much, look what this girl, maybe thing, has done to you. Just finish reading the book, you can ask mom to make you something to eat when she's done with the laundry. That's when Travis's mind went blank. Mom doing the laundry. That's when he started hearing the washing machine down the hall. This knowledge made Travis's pulse quicken. Mom's not home. Travis set his book down and slowly stood up. He crept slowly to the hall, all the lights were on in the house. Travis looked to the laundry room, the door was open. The kitchen door caught his attention, the door was slowly closing just like the other night. She's in the kitchen. Watching the kitchen door shut, Travis made baby steps to the laundry room. He kept his back against the wall and moved steadily. When he finally made it, he saw that the washing machine was going. He moved towards it and carefully opened the washing machine door. Silence grew deafening as the washing machine stopped. Inside Travis could see that something was being washed. He put his arm inside and pulled it out, looking it over. It was a black dress with long sleeves. She's washing her clothes in my house!? Travis sensed something behind him and knew who it was. Her. She stood in the dark corner and Travis could tell she was naked. The dress made a loud splat when it hit the floor. Her head was some what down but he knew she was looking at him. He couldn't move and she didn't move. Travis swallowed a few times before speaking.
"Who are you?" Travis knew she wouldn't reply. Travis started to run for the door, but when he turned around she was in front of him. He jumped and tried to turn another way, but she was there, in his face, again. "What do you want?" Travis was looking down at her, but she seemed to grow taller and taller to the point where she was looking down at him. Travis looked around her, at the door, and ran as fast as he could to the door, but a pain shot up in his arm from his hand. He screamed loudly; the door had slammed on his hand. With his good hand, he opened the door and went down the hall, staring at his bloody left hand in shock. He went for the nearest sink, which was in the kitchen. When he got closer to the kitchen, the lights in the whole house flickered, but Travis continued. He went into the kitchen, and all the cabinets flew open, while the chairs scattered everywhere. Once Travis turned the water on all the noise stopped. His heavy breathing was all he heard. He looked behind him and everything looked fine.
"Travis?" Travis spun his head to the direction his name was coming from. He exhaled.
"Hi mom," he said.
"What are you doing?"
"Mom, it's nothing to worry about, I'll bandage it up-"
"What are you talking about, Travis?"
"My hand." His mom looked at his left hand under the water.
"What about it?" Travis looked at it too and was startled; his hand was perfectly fine.
"I-I guess nothing." His mom looked at him strangely.
"Go to sleep soon," she said and left the kitchen.
Travis didn't want to go to sleep. Something about this night didn't feel right. He felt strange, that this wasn't the end and that she'll be back... tonight. Travis turned off all the lights in his room reluctantly. He went to his window and saw nothing. The sky was pitch black. Then he finally crawled into bed, hoping to have a peaceful sleep.
Travis woke up at 3:01 a.m. The only light that was coming into the room was the hallway light, his door was wide open. Waking up from a deep sleep only meant one thing. Travis looked behind his door without leaving the bed. She wasn't there, but he didn't keep his eyes off for one second. What seemed like five minutes was actually twenty-nine minutes. The night stand clock now read 3:30. Travis looked back to the dark corner, but stopped and slowly looked up instead. A dark figure was standing over him. He could now see her bright, blue eyes. He sensed no emotion or feeling coming from those eyes.
"Are you human?" Travis asked. He didn't get an answer from her, but he got something else. Travis was slowly loosing his sight. He couldn't see her at all or anything else. Everything was dark. There was no hallway light.
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