When I was eight I moved from my hometown to where I am now. It wasn't a hard move except that since I was young, actually, it was about the time I was attacked by a chow dog when I was two; I've had really, really terrible dreams. In that attack I lost a lot of blood, I almost died, and maybe that's what does it.
Anyways, I made friends and moved on.
In my room I had my mothers old twin bed set that matched the dresser with a huge mirror.
I have to make this clear. I didn't watch scary movies when I was young; the scariest thing I watched was the occasional "Are you afraid of the dark."
I slept that night, not well, but when I finally drifted, I dreamt. I dreamt my door was bolted shut and my room was a mess, covered in paper and vines crawled across my walls. When I got out of bed to look around I looked in the mirror to see a demon. He had grey skin and horns with a face like wax after your pour water on it. Blood trailed from his mouth and he had sharp, pointed black teeth and black eyes.
I woke up when he started to reach for me and fell out of bed. I searched wildly for the bear my grandma had given me that said a bed time prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake I pray the lord my soul shall take", that one.
Well, I stood and moved to the mirror and pressed the hands. Instead of my cute little bear voice, something that dripped with evil spoke. "You can't ever be," I don't know what that meant but when I looked up into the mirror, it was the same demon. I screamed and my mother came into the room and I threw the bear at her.
She asked me what had happened and I told her and she picked the bear up and pressed the hands. My bedtime prayer was back. I told her I didn't want it anymore, to keep it away from me, and I haven't seen it since.
I look into the mirror every so often, and I see those eyes, only they're my eyes. It happened this morning while I sat in my car waiting for the bus. I was out of that car so fast and in my best friends car before I ahd really realized I was moving. He woke up and asked what was wrong and I just shook my head. They all know I have bad dreams, but I never tell them what they're about, only my very best girl friend knows about some of them.