IT WATCHED ME SLEEP

Chapter Seven: Shadows in the Hall

Chapter Seven: Shadows in the Hall

I woke up in the middle of the night. It was really dark and really quiet. The clock was ticking away slowly. My heart was beating fast because I felt like something was off. I rubbed my eyes. I looked around the room. Everything looked normal. I had this feeling that someone was watching me again. The feeling was really scary. I remembered what happened at the time. I remembered seeing a shadow by my window. I tried to tell myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. The cold air on the back of my neck made me shiver. I just could not shake off the feeling that something was not right, with my room.

I got out of bed carefully. I did not want to make any noise at all. I walked quietly to the door trying not to make a sound. The floor felt cold under my feet. It was a bit uncomfortable. I could hear a creak but I just kept moving forward.

I looked down the hall and it was very dark. The hall was so dark that I could only see the shapes of the pictures on the walls. The pictures looked really scary in the moonlight. It was a bit spooky. I held my breath. I was a bit nervous. The shadow moved. I saw it with my eyes. I knew it was not my imagination this time the shadow was really moving.

I really wanted to go to bed but something was stopping me. I had to know who was in my house. So I took a step forward. The floor made a noise again. I stopped moving away. Then I heard a voice. I could not make out what the voice was saying. It sounded like the voice was saying my name. My legs felt like they could not hold me up. I wanted to turn and go back but I really wanted to know what was going on. The hallway was scary. I kept walking down the hallway slowly. My hand was touching the wall. The wall felt cold. It was rough to touch.

I walked into the hall. I got to the middle. That is when I saw the shadow again. The shadow was moving fast but it stopped when it saw me looking at the shadow. The shadow did not want me to see the shadow.

I took a breath. I said "Who are you?" My voice was really small. I was trying to sound brave when I said it.

The shadow did not say anything to me. The shadow disappeared for a moment. I thought the shadow was gone.

Then I saw the shadow again at the end of the hall. It was closer this time.

I felt like screaming. Then I thought about what the old lady next door told me. She told me that if I scream it will haunt me forever. So I kept my mouth shut and moved back slowly. My heart was beating fast; it felt like it was in my throat. The shadow just stood there, it did not move at all. It was looking at me with this thing, in its eyes. I could not really see what it was. I could feel its eyes on me like it was looking deep into my soul. I really wanted to close my eyes. I made myself keep them open and look at the shadow. The shadow was still looking at me. I was looking at the shadow and it was really scary. I really needed to see everything for myself. I had to know what was going on with everything. Everything was very important to me. I could not just guess what was happening with everything.

The lights in the hall started to flicker all a sudden. For one second the hall was really bright then it was dark again. I could hear a lot of whispers around me. These whispers were soft. There were so many voices. The voices were saying things that I did not know what they meant. I was feeling scared. At the same time I felt like I was learning something new about the voices. The voices of the whispers were not all bad. I realized that. Some of the voices sounded really sad, some of them sounded very angry. Some of the voices sounded like they were trying to warn me about something. I really wanted to listen to what the voices were saying. The fear that I had was stronger than my desire to listen to the whispers.

I took another step forward. The shadow moved closer to me. Now I could see more of the shadow. The shadow was like a figure, with really long arms. I could not see the shadows face. I felt like the shadow was smiling at me. I do not know why I thought the shadow was smiling at me. I wanted to run from the shadow but my legs would not move. I wanted to hide from the shadow. There was no place to hide from the shadow. I was trapped in the hall with the shadow.

I remembered my flashlight. My flashlight is something I always keep under my pillow. I had to get to my room fast so I ran as fast as I could and I grabbed my flashlight. I turned my flashlight on. The light from my flashlight was really strong. It was white. I pointed my flashlight at the hall. The shadow let out a scream. This was not a scream. The scream was really loud. It was deep. It sounded like the wind and a growl all mixed together. My flashlight made the shadow move backward. Then it disappeared into the walls. I kept the light on. I walked slowly back to the middle of the hall. I was going back to the middle of the hall with the light on. The hall was pretty dark except for the light that I kept on. I walked slowly because I did not want to trip or anything. The light helped me see where I was going as I walked back, to the middle of the hall.

I figured out that this house was really weird. The walls had secrets that they were not telling me. It seemed like the shadows in the house were moving around. I could hear whispers. They were sharing secrets with each other. I wanted to get out of the house. For some reason I could not leave. It felt like the house really wanted me to stay there. I wanted to yell out again but then I remembered what the old lady told me. So I stayed quiet. Just listened. The whispers were still going on. They were telling me to be really careful to watch out for myself and not to trust anyone. I was not sure who I could trust the house was making me feel really scared. The whispers and the house were making it hard for me to know what to do. I was feeling alone. The feeling of being alone was something I just could not shake off. Being alone felt very sad, to me. Alone was a feeling that made me feel empty inside.

The night was really dragging on. Every time I took a step the shadows did the thing. I heard doors creaking open and shutting closed. I heard people walking up and down the stairs. It felt like someone was watching me from the parts of the room. I tried to remain calm. I tried to come up with a plan. The shadows were what I thought about. Maybe if I followed the shadows they could show me something. Maybe the shadows wanted to tell me something about what was going on.

As I walked slowly toward the stairs I saw a figure at the end of the hall. The little girl was standing there. The little girl looked like she was crying. I wanted to ask the girl if she was okay but the little girl disappeared before I could reach her. I felt sad. I felt scared, at the same time. I wondered if the little girl was trapped like me or if the little girl was part of the shadows. I could not tell what was going on with the girl.

The hall looked long now. There were shadows over the place. I could see the shadows moving behind the pictures and under the doors. I made sure my flashlight was on. I said to myself "I am not afraid. I am not afraid.". Deep down inside I knew that the shadows were really scaring me. I took steps and tried to be brave. I wanted to figure out what was going on. I wanted to know why the shadows were in the hall and who was watching me and we were not alone.

The night felt like it was never going to end. I have no idea how long I was walking. It was hard to tell what was real and what was my imagination. The shadows on the wall looked like they were trying to tell me something. Every little noise sounded like someone was trying to warn me of something. I really wanted to run from the hall but my legs would not move. I wanted to find a place to hide. I could not find one. The hall, with all these shadows, had me trapped.

I saw a door that caught my attention. This door was not like the doors I had seen. The door was really old. Made of wood. There were symbols carved into it. The whispers I had been hearing were much louder here. I got the feeling that this door was special. I put my hand out. Touched the door. The door was very cold. The wood was rough on my skin. I could hear a heartbeat coming from the side of the door. The heartbeat was very slow. It was strong. I was sure that the door had something behind it. The thing behind the door had been waiting for me.

I took a breath. Then I opened the door slowly. The shadows. Ran away really fast. The whispers stopped all a sudden.

I could see inside the room now. It was a room with a chair and a table in it. On the table there was this book. The book was old and dusty.

I opened the book and the pages were filled with writing. The words on the pages moved around on the paper. These words told a story about the house, the shadows and the people who lived in the house before. The story was about this house and the people and the shadows that were here, before me.

I noticed that the shadows were not just looking at me, the shadows were actually trying to tell me something. The shadows were trying to show me the secrets of the house. I was scared. I was also very curious about the house. I really wanted to know more about the house. I wanted to know everything about the house. So I sat down on the floor. I started reading. The shadows did not come near me. I could still feel the shadows. I could feel that someone was watching me. The shadows were watching me.

I had no idea what was going to happen. I was not sure if I would make it through the night.. One thing was clear to me. I was not a kid living in a house anymore. I was someone who knew the secrets. The secrets were a part of my life now.. The shadows were not going to let me go without teaching me everything, about the secrets they wanted me to know.

The night went on and on. The moon was moving slowly across the sky. I just kept reading my book. The shadows were still stuck in the corners of the room. The whispers were really quiet now. I was sure the whispers were still there. I was sure that the whispers were watching me. Tomorrow was going to bring secrets from the book, more shadows in the room and more answers to the questions I had, about the whispers and the shadows and the secrets.

I was not alone. But I was not safe either.