I'm Real, Justin Ramel [ready to read books .TXT] 📗

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. I screamed and quickly turn around to see nothing behind me. I was probably just paranoid again, I brush it off, as fear over whelms my tiny body.

I rethink of the ice cold fingers that were touching my skin and I can’t help but remember it feeling so real. Either my mind has involved, I’ve gone mad or… or something or someone did touch me in the darkness. I shiver at the thought of someone being in my room, maybe even behind me without me knowing. I quickly turn around to yet again meet nothing but the same darkness I trapped myself in, a cold shiver runs down my body and it felt like I was frozen up. Then I hear something. I hear a very faint sound that I struggle to understand, but I swear to any lord anyone believes in that I heard a faint call of my name.

It freaked me out as I subconsciously bury myself in the blankets out of fear, hoping that they would protect me from whatever was haunting me, anther shiver takes on my body as thoughts come rushing through my head. Any possibility or impossibility was over taking my head as I began to struggle to breathe. I clench onto my chest as I start gasping for air making loud noises. I panicked and soon started trying my best to keep my mouth from opening which was hardly possible. After a while I felt my pulse go slower and quieter, which often means that I have successfully calmed myself down. This all was forgotten as I heard a loud bang outside my closet door. I take a look through my blankets that were “protecting” me like a shield. The closet door was open. I freak out as I try to replay the events that happened before I shut off the lights. I can remember not closing the door which was surprising, I always close my closet door because whenever it’s open I always feel watched and freak myself out. The scarier thing was that the closet door was only a tiny bit open and now its half way open. I hide my face under the covers as I try to relax and breathe, soon flinching because of a hand or whatever it was touching my left leg. I felt it scrape amongst my blanket and slowly go up soon reaching my hip. As all this was happening I was trying my best to keep myself from screaming and trying my best to play dead as this was the only thing I was able to think of. Before I knew it the creature reacted my waist as I began to breathe faster by the second, my heart beat began to fasten, but to my luck it didn’t seem to notice or maybe it didn’t care. I let myself peek through my heavy blankets as I try to take a look at the beings face. I froze. There was nothing there. My head went under the covers and my mind was racing. Was this all my imagination? Was this just a nightmare? I snapped out of my thoughts as I felt the creatures hand move up to my shoulder. The hands of whatever that being was were so cold I could feel them through my thick covers. My eyes shut awaiting for the worse, but, to my surprise I felt the beings hand stop moving and just stay in place. I soon felt the hand being removed. I sighted quietly in relief, but that feeling soon ended as I felt and heard heavy breathing coming from outside of the covers as a faint whisper tells me: “I’m real”

I don’t have enough time to process the sentence until I scream as the blanket was pulled away from me to reveal a black bony creature with black, messy and uneven hair with an average head and massive, massive violet eyes. I felt the creature’s claws slice through my skin as my screams echoed louder. Not long after I heard the door slam open, making my head turn to face my father like it had a mind of its own (which technically it does). He had a concerned look planted on his face as he was practically screaming at me to tell him what happened and why I was screaming at the top of my lungs at 3 in the morning. I blinked a few times to realize that the pain I felt was quickly leaving my body and the creature was completely gone. I explain to my father that I had an extremely bad nightmare and that he and my mother had nothing to worry about. After he left I calmed my mind and tried to finally fall into a deep slumber, soon succeeding.

I woke up from my sleep and checked the time which read 8am. I forced myself out of bed and dressed myself, taking a glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes shot to the reflection of the closet as the door was open wider than it was at night. Two violet orbs were staring at me from the closet “I told you I’m real” quietly echoed from the darkness. I flinched at the cold hand that was slowly scraping my back.

Publication Date: 07-09-2020

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Dedication:
This is a horror book. There's no gore or anything like that in it.