2 O Clock

By Dannielle Antoine

It was two a.m. and I was extremely tired.  I had just started working on my senior project and the same day I had to finish my scary story that was due the next day.  I decided to use the same scary story I've been using since eighth grade, but it didn't work out.  Ironically, my own scary story took place that night.

While everyone was asleep, darkness filled the house.  The lamp beside me made a figure on the wall, which I wasn't used to.  I didn't see anything until I started describing my character.  I began to type, "The blackness of her pupils quickly filled her small eyes.  She wore a scruffy, baggy jumper that weirdly matched her white bracelet.  Her face was surprisingly smooth and her hair was pulled in one neat ponytail."  My lamp went out.  Of course, it scared the crap out of me.  I quickly got up, flying to turn on my light switch.  On my way there, I ran into something.  Something I wasn't familiar with.  I sat there for a second, trying to remember if I had set something in the middle of the floor.

Like any scared person would do, while getting my laptop I looked everywhere but in the middle of the floor.  I walked through the house, turning on each light that lead to the living room.  I sat on the sofa, paranoid.  I began to type again.  "Behind her was a man..." My focus had now gone to his shadow that wasn't the shape of him but "a creature, somewhat demon-like."  

I started to feel a breeze on my shoulder that made me shiver with confusion.  It was never this cold.  I started toward the dark hallway but something stopped me.  I felt eyes watching me.  It was a dark shadow that I saw, coming toward me.  I stood there waiting.  Wishful thinking, I thought it was my mom.  "Yeah, I'm almost done," I said.  I waited for a reply or for my mom to walk back, but it was quiet.  The shadow stood there.  Red eyes lit up, blinking at me.  I suddenly felt weak.  It came closer to me, sliding its hands on my face.  I knew this was no shadow.  Its hands were rough, but soft.  The heat from it was strong.  I didn't know I was sweating until it ran down my face.  It put its face in the dim of my computer light and I saw what it was.  The devil.  

It was beautiful, yet scary.  It stood there staring at me.  Before I could do anything, it quickly grabbed me.  We fell through the ground.  I felt every evil dark vibe in these small tunnels.  Turn right, turn left, make a U-turn.  We were flying.  Then a sudden stop came.  I looked to find the Devil reaching his arms out toward me and like any naive child I went to him.  After, it became pitch black.  It was a quick pain that made me jump up from my chair.  I had fallen asleep writing my paper.  

All of a sudden, my light bulb went out.  I didn't think much of it.  Turning on my light switch, I saw a little girl sitting on the floor with her legs crossed.  Her head was down.  I stood there in shock.  I actually pissed on myself looking at her.  "What are you doing in my room?" I asked, nervously shaking.  When she spoke, it wasn't a little girl voice--it was an old lady.

"You're in my room," she said.  "What?!"  I looked around, and it wasn't my room.

The walls were a stone cold brick and the chair that I was sitting on was dead bodies.  She got up and I saw a man behind her, this time stepping in the light.  "Remember?  When you came with me?"  I started to run toward the door, but there was no door.  I screamed, but not a sound came out.  The room started shaking and I blacked out.  It was my mom shaking me.

"You were screaming," she said.

"I had a bad dream."

"Must have been some bad dream," she said, walking out.

The next day was regular, except for the two F's I got for not finishing my papers.  When I got home, the doorbell rang.  I looked at the time, but it was only two in the afternoon.  I ran to the door thinking it was my mom who had gotten off early from work.  

Opening the door, I saw a little girl with a red bow on her head--the same girl as in my dream.  A man was standing behind her.  "Hey, my dad and I are selling cookies.  Would you like to buy some?" she asked.  My eyes automatically went to his weird shadow that stood behind him.

"What's that?" I asked.

He didn't say anything.  Instead, the little girl did.  "His friend," she said, smiling, "said you've already met him."