I tried telling her. I really did. But when she sets her mind on something, she doesn’t stop until she gets it.

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” I whined. I know I sound bratty, especially for my age. That didn’t matter though. I was paralyzed in the corner of the hallway.

My fifteen year old sister was leaning against her door frame, glaring at me. “I don’t care what’s waiting for you. You are going to bed so I can leave, Olivia.” She said.

Waking out of her room she dragged me to mine. After quickly looking through my closet, she announced, “See, there’s nothing there. Now sleep!” I pouted but went over to it anyway. She nodded and left, shutting my door behind her.

Amelia is the kind of person that would do anything to get out of responsibility. Ever since we were little, she would always find a way to give chores to me, or sneak out when she was supposed to be babysitting me.

I dove under my covers and turned my lamp off. Darkness and shadows filled the room, chasing each other up the walls, giving it a haunted effect. I grabbed one of my stuffed teddy bears and watched the closet.

Fear started to spread like a wildfire thought out my body. Just like I knew he would, the doors started to creep open. A long, pale hand crept out, making me tremble.

I curled up into a ball, watching as an arm protruded from my wooden doors. Papery skin stretched across its small bones, a head quickly followed. I bit back a scream, trying not to let it know I was here.

The leathery skin stretched across its sharp cheekbones, leading to hollow eye sockets. The sight really was a nightmare. I hadn’t seen anything like this since I had insomnia as a kid.

When I was younger, I had a constant demon that chased me through dreams. It was a particularly small creature, with a hunched back and dark eyes.

It would flash into dreams, even happy ones. There were whole days when I could go without sleep because I was terrified of seeing him. I named her Lilith. I looked up some older names for demons when I was about five and decided that I like that name.

I was put on medicine, until I ran out about two weeks ago. This new demon popped up, and my parents think I’m crazy.

I stiffened, thinking about a couple of nights before. My demons had never physically touched me. I didn’t think that it could happen. Then, last Tuesday, it scratched a crusty nail along my arm. I still have scars.

I cringed, hearing my labored breathing. I ducked in a sharp breath when the monster twisted its head to look at me. It stared at me, if that was possible.

The creature made its way completely out of the closet, unfolding its long legs from underneath itself. He crept closer to my bed, hissing softly.

Tears sprang to my eyes and I was panicking. He had never come this far before. I was about to scream, hoping Amelia was still in the house, when its hand crept over my mouth, suffocating me.

I thrashed trying to breath. Despite how thin it was, his hold was air tight. Lights danced in front of my eyes, and I knew I was dying. I would never get to see my parents. Never get to go to the mall with my sister. The though terrified me.

The demon dug it’s nails into my skin, and I felt hot liquid run down my face. I cried out, hearing the muffled sound echo in my empty room. He stayed like that, letting me take little breaths here and there.

Tears were streaming down my face, and I was starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss. The room spun, and I swear the demon was smiling a little. It was creepy. The whole monster was creepy.

The room spun, and I took one final breath before my monster closed its hand around my mouth completly. I blacked out. Good. At least I could die peacefully.

I was so wrong. Just as the demon removed his hand, he slit my throat. Blood rushed to my neck, choking me. I died knowing I would never see my family again.

I told them. I told my parents, Amelia, my friends. No one helped. In the end, it didn’t help. It never does. And now they would pay for that.

The twinkling light in her eyes went out, and Olivia would never be known to the world again.

[This is highly unedited. 😂😭. 🩵]