You sit there unnerving, staring at your bright computer screen in the darkness. Your eyes burn from the unending white light glowing on your retina. You feel your face weakening, begging to touch the coolness of your pillow. You continue searching through your computer and reading, unaware what awaits you. As you sit there you get an eerie feeling as if someone is watching you. Someone is staring at you from the darkness. You tell your self it’s all in your mind. There’s no one under your bed waiting to grab your ankles and pull you to your torturing death. There’s no one in your closet waiting to slowly walk out as you look for your favorite shirt. There’s no one in your bathroom standing in your shower contemplating to attack as you look at your self in the mirror or as you step in the shower. There’s no one outside your window watching from behind the flower bush waiting to climb through your window as you sleep. Yes, these are all of the things that you tell yourself. These are all the things that just aren’t reality.
You continue searching for an escape from your own mind as you feel the thickness that has just appeared behind you. You know something is behind you, to the right, because the air has been blocked from your air vent. You know someone is standing behind you, leaning over your shoulder. You cease your fingers from typing and clicking. You hear nothing. You feel the quivering of your stomach from the nervousness you feel this very moment. You taste the sweat drip on your lip as your fear slowly seeps from your pores. You pull your self together and spin around in your chair. Nothing, you see nothing. All of the fright you feel is all in your mind.
You begin to relax and turn some music on to fill the silence hovering in the air around you. You feel more and more relaxed now forgetting the fear you were engulfing your self in earlier. The music touches you and moves you. You try to continue working on your computer but just find the need to listen to every word spoken and feel every beat of bass flowing from your computer speakers. As you slowly lean back, you close your eyes to take in the notes of melody and rest your eyelids.
Skreeeeeeeeeeeechhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You jump up, heart thumping hard against your chest. You heard what sounds like a microphone being stuck to your speakers. You fly up and unplug the speakers completely from your computer. You are now back on the edge of fear again. The complete nervous feeling, what you would probably call ‘flight or fight’, has over taken you completely and now you feel as your bowels are about to drop any moment. Forgetting to investigate the horrible sound, you dash to the restroom to find safety in your throne from the burning sensation in your abdomen.
As you quickly find peace following your sitting, you become aware once again of the eerie silence that has once returned. Still perspirating from your bowel release, you begin to frantically search for any shadows that can be seen from under the door. You tense your body, desperately holding back every movement or sound as to not let anyone know you’re there.
Thump! The knock at the door nearly makes you choke. You gulp loud and hold back your tears as you announce being in the restroom. It was just your mother seeing if you were alright because it is 2 a.m. You put your mother to ease by assuring her you are fine. You sit quietly and listen as you hear your mother go back down the hall to her bedroom and close the door.
You give a loud sigh of relief. As you exhale the long dragging of your sigh, Splash! You begin to scream as you feel a strong burning sensation surrounding your entire bottom side. You try to stand but can’t. You kick your feet trying to get a grip on the floor and search the walls around you for something to grasp to pull yourself from the restraints. The more you struggle, the more it pulls. You feel your body closing in on itself. Your chest is folded to your thighs. You can no longer scream for help due to the pressure surrounding your chest. You feel nails digging in to your cheeks deeper and deeper, locking in like fish hooks. The more you struggle the more pain you take. You feel a something entering your anal cavity. You soon feel something slimy and string like exiting. You feel the string slowly sliding out of your anal cavity. Your abdomen begins to cramp uncontrollably. Your abdomen burns like there is a fire burning inside of you. Your eyes widen as you taste a familiar flavor coming up to your mouth. You open your mouth and watch the thick, almost black blood ooze down unto the floor before you. You finally stop struggling except this event in your life as the end.
Just as you give up and cease to move, the death gripping hold on you is released allowing you to fall forward off the toilet into your pool of blood in the floor. You slowly start to breath in more air now but still have blood flowing from your mouth and anal cavity. Through fatigue and torturous pain, you crawl to the bathroom door to open it. As you reach with one hand towards the knob and the other hand on the wall holding you up, you see black, crusted looking hands covered in small nicks. Time freezes as you watch the hands come before your eyes as your eyes widen. Clammy and rough, they cover your eyes and slam your head back against the bathroom floor.
You awaken with no memory at the snap of fingers. Snap!
“See you next week for your smoking cessation hypnosis.”