NIGHTMARE STORY

A not so scary tale by Jack

As I lay in my bed, waiting for my room to be plunge into a dark void, I started to notice the opening door and...The room, banished into darkness. Empty. Or am I wrong? The door starts to come towards me. It was being opened. I hear breaths and I start to notice,it wasn’t my own. The fear reaches me. I start to shake and sweat as I see a grey, wrinkly hand slip past the door followed by an arm. It soon revealed someone, or, something was entering. As it entered its lifeless pale, milky eyes look at me it tilts its head slightly, still looking at me. A chill goes up my spine. I let out a scream. Soon notice it changing, changing into a boy but still standing there, still, with a tilted head, still, with its lifeless milky eyes. It looks right into my soul. A picture soon enters my mind of my mum, dead, lying on the floor, eyes pale, just like the boy’s. The picture leaves my mind, and I see the boy’s lips move. ‘Come to me’ it bellows in a low groaning voice. I start to walk towards it and...