I'm in my room using the computer. I notice that it's pretty late; it's about 2:45 AM, I'm not used to staying up this late, and I hate when I'm in my room alone. I always feel strange, thinking that there's something behind me. And to make it worse, there's a pile of clothes in the corner. I feel like there's a face in the pile of clothes, but that's because of the darkness. I decide that it's pretty late and time to go to bed since I'm alone at my house. I decide to leave my computer on so, I can have some type of light. I quickly jump into my bed, go under my blankets, and fall asleep. I wake up ten minutes later to see if the computer is still on, and it is. The computer is fairly close to the side of my bed, so I squint my eyes to see what time it is. It is 2:55 AM.
I quickly fall asleep again. I hear a knock on my door. Out of fear, I put my head under the blankets. Who could that be!? It can't be my mom. She would just open the door. At this point, I'm praying that it's my sister. I keep hearing these knocks. She likes scaring me to death, so it's a possibility that it's her; she's the only person who would do this. But why? Why would she spend ten minutes knocking at my door?! That can't be her; she wouldn't knock at my door for ten minutes just to scare me—no one in their right mind would! That's it I'm going to ask! I ask normally under my blanket, "Who is it?"
The knocking stops.
I hear the door open. I hold my blanket as tight as I can. My heart is pounding, I'm sweating, but I refuse to move. I refuse to look. I then hear light footsteps, then someone in my chair. I just stay as quiet as I can, not trying to make a sound. I'm trying so hard to stay quiet, so hopefully I can hear what the person is doing...but there's nothing.
It's just silence, but I can hear something breathing in my room. I decide to poke my head out of the blanket, and that's when I see "him." There is a man, no...this thing is naked. He's pale. He's skinny. I can see his ribs, and his hands are just like sticks. I can barely see any meat on him. His eyes are pure black, but they're small. He...he's just looking at me with those eyes! He's not blinking or even looking anywhere else; he's just sitting there! I can't look away. I try to scream, but can't. He stands up. Even when he stands it looks like he is struggling. Without a sound, he quickly walks toward my bed. I go under my blanket and start crying. I feel the blankets go up, and feel someone laying next to me. I had a feeling that it was Rake...