Those small red eyes
It was very late.
I was backing-up all of our files in the PC, after hearing my mom will do her overnight paperworks again within the month. When I looked up at the clock, it was past midnight. After finishing up, I decided to call it a “night” and went to bed.
I wasn’t tired or sleepy yet though, but I closed my eyes anyway. I need the sleep, for I have work in 8 hours’ time.
After 15 or so minutes, I noticed something move up the window. My eyes blurred, but I blinked to wake my eyes. I then see what seemed like a small kid crawl up the side of the window. Yes, crawl. I don’t know if t was a boy or girl though. Good thing it was outside though. But before I could scream, it was gone. I pushed the apparition away, thinking it was probably just a dream.
But moments later, I open my eyes and see a small devilish looking imp (or something of the same sort) no bigger than my hand attached on the face of the desk fan. [Note: When I lay down on the bed, and look a bit to the right, I can see the whole window and the electric desk fan] It was only a sihlouette, but it seems to be smiling at me. I could somehow make out a faint snicker with the humming of the fan.
This time I decided to call onto the attention of the people of the house. The house is small, and it was already late, so any amount of noise equal to starting an old engine can be heard. But no voice came out of my lips. I tried moving my body to sit my self up– but I failed.
I could only stare at the imp in wide-eyed horror.
It seemed to be mocking at me. I could faintly hear a small voice saying– “Walang makakarining sa iyo” (No one can hear you scream”
I tried forcing my arms to raise and flail, but there was no response from my muscles. Only the gears in my head and my eyes seem to be functioning normally. I was scared– and yes, to death. The imp continued to mock me. My sister who lay beside me will not notice me, for good reason– I couldn’t make a sound or a move.
I then started to mumble in my head the Lord’s prayer. It was all I could hold on in this certain moment– my faith. And also, focusing my brain in the willpower to break free may be of more help than trying to move any of my muscles. I prayed and prayed, repeatedly. But for some reason, I couldn’t finish the whole prayer.
And when I looked at the imp again, there was another one who joined him, this time, on the window. Now that one, has small red eyes and smiled at me. He joined in to torture me. I wouldn’t let them. I just couldn’t let them, not while I still had the power to think.
In my head, I prayed and prayed and prayed. Their snickers were slowly fading into small wails, and the commands I was giving my arms to move were slowly being followed, and–
I sit up, my breathing fast and heavy. My sister called out “Ate?!” ["Onee-san?", "Big sister?"]
I looked at the fan, and the window. There was no sign of the imps. I tested if I could finally talk, and the first word that came out of my mouth was — “AAAHHH!!!”
My mom came to my rescue, turning on the lights of our room and running to me. My sister heavily worried on what was happening. My sister told me I was red, my mom asked why i was screaming. My dad said it was just a nightmare.
Yes. Maybe it was a nightmare. But it was too real to be just a nightmare. Have you ever felt that fear? That fear that makes you not want to sleep anymore?
For my security, the parents decided to company us in our room. My dad slept on the extra bed, and my mom slept with us. But I couldn’t sleep anymore.
Now am having this really evil headache.
I’m probably just paranoid. But it really didn’t feel like a dream– It was all too real. Could it be?
