The darkness engulfs the sky. The bellows of dogs echo into the forest. I hear the crickets chirping outside my window. The cool fall air filters into my room. I am cuddled into my green cotton blanket.
Sounds are all around ringing in my head. There is reminiscing of silence between it all. I breathe. Still the crickets chirp. The dogs bark. A crazy world of nothing. I am sitting here thinking of exactly what, I don’t know. There are not many days left until “It” comes back. This time I know “it” will get me. Wait. There in the silence. The hollow silence. There it is again. A cry, a child. Screaming tortures beating against the walls of nature. I know “It” is closer and now it will not be long until “it” returns.
Two weeks ago was when it all began. My friend Sam had given me for my birthday, a jar. He told me to never open it or terrible things would happen. I looked through the jar and there was nothing in it. One night I was curious to see what terrible things might happen, so I opened it. Nothing happened, not one single thing. I put my hand into the jar. There was nothing in it. What a friend Sam was, giving me an empty jar for my birthday! I am just going to take it back to him and tell him that wasn’t a very good gift. When I arrived at Sam’s house there was nobody around. I turned around to notice the “For Sale” sign with a big printed “sold” on top. Sam never told me he was moving. He’s not a good friend anyway, giving me a cheap old jar for my birthday.
I took the jar home and returned it under my bed. The noised began that night. First they started out soft and they became louder and louder. I felt as if the sounds were going to swallow my brain. Tap, tap, tap. On my window the fingernails sharp and long tapped. I know it wasn’t the wind, or the trees outside my window. “It” was out there in the cool night trying to get into my world. I have heard many stories of “It” and I was not going to let him get me. The jar was under my bed closed tightly. At the time I had no idea that the contents of the jar were what “It” wanted. As the windows started to shutter I threw the covers over my head and I closed my eyes. I began to yell, “Go away, go away, go awa…” just then, the window flew open and there was a loud roar. I closed my eyes tighter hoping it was only a dream.
Hearing sniffling sounds almost like a grunt of a pig, I opened my eyes slowly with the blanket still over my head. I realized there was a heavy breathing but it was only me filled with fright. I began to lower the blanket so I could peer into my dark room. A glance to the right and there I saw “It”. It was looking around the room, searching for something. I then remembered the jar. It was underneath my bed. I grabbed the jar and ran into my parent’s room. I knew that I would be safe in there.
I woke upon my parent’s floor in the morning, I had forgotten about the terror I felt the night before. I walked into my room and could not tell that anything had happened. The window in my room was closed and my bed was slightly made. This was only the beginning. When I went to bed each night, I had trouble falling asleep. I was afraid “It” would return. The sight of his large pointy teeth and sharpness of his horns on top of his head which held the darkest shade of black hair burned into my sight. Then his long thick nails on each of his six fingers and eight toes, his big round belly of fat rolled around his body while his long nose was unforgettable. As the nights slowly passed, nothing happened; perhaps it was all a dream?
I took the glass jar and I looked at it. I still couldn’t see what “It” wanted. I opened the jar and still there was nothing. I then threw it under my bed and forgot about it. That very same night, while everyone was sleeping but me, the light in my room began to flicker. Shadows began to play games with my mind. Chirp. A cricket. Chirp. A little louder. A big cricket. Chirp. Even louder. Just a frog, I hope. Then there was a scratch at the window. The floors began to creak. The lights flickered again but then suddenly they go out to pitch darkness. The tree outside my window began to swa and the limbs chattered. The hollow stump whistled as the wind blew through them.
Tap. Tap. Tap. What noise? Tap. Tap. Tap. Vigorously getting louder, sharper and piercing. Tap. Tap. Tap. Louder and louder. Tap. Tap. Tap…then there was silence. No tap, wind cries, floor creaking. There was nothing. I was sitting alone in a dark room with silence. I just knew “It” was on the way. A flash of lighting rekindled my room and a crash of thunder shook the walls. Then at that very moment, a high cry, enormous, sitting in the palms of the earth, the whistling laughter of the wind grew intensely. Swish. My windows flew open. “It” was standing before me. I had the jar in my hands while this creature lunged for me. I tried to run away but became trapped in the corner of my room. I opened the jar once again, looking into it. I saw was the creature was after, I let out a cry for help, but…too late. My house is up for sale.