Everyone remembers my story about those shadow people at the end of my bed right? Well, I've been working up the nerve to turn off the lights and confront them for awhile now, and last night, I decided that it was time. I spent as much of the night watching TV as I could, trying not to talk myself out of what I was about to do. Around 11:00 pm I finally told myself that it was time and I trudged into my room. My blankets were turned down, though I didn't remember doing that myself earlier (I have a bad habit of not making my bed), but just shrugged it off as my imagination and flopped onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I hadn't even bothered turning on my light when I'd first walked in and the only light was a little sliver of yellow light that peeked from the edges of my blinds from our porch light.
I pulled the blankets to my chin and continued to stare, wide-eyed at the ceiling. I couldn't relax enough to close my eyes and I kept telling myself that they wouldn't come if they didn't think that I was asleep. I finally managed to slow my breathing a little and close my eyes halfway when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of them. It was standing to my right next to my nightstand, where that one who always made the others leave me alone stood. I kind of started to panic, and tried to think of my inner peace. It's sort of this place I go to when I feel threatened or scared. The shadow didn't do anything but stand there and stare at me, I could feel eyes looking straight at my face.
I sighed and turned to my side as if I were just moving around in my sleep so I could get a better look at the shadow. I couldn't see through it, and it was really tall, but that was all I could manage to make out. I continued to stare back at it through a half open eye and asked the question loudly in my head, "Who are you and what do you want?".
At this point, the shadow disappeared and I got seriously angry since it had taken me so long to get the nerve to communicate with them and turn off the light, and the thing just disappears! I sat up and asked out loud, "What are you afraid of? Me? Coward...". which probably weren't the best words to use since it was provoking, and I didn't wasn't to provoke whatever the thing was. I was just so mad.
I should tell you now that I keep my door open about an inch usually so my cat can walk in and out, but I'd closed it this night. Well, the door handle turned and my door was thrown open. I expected my mom or brother to tell me to keep it down, but no one was there. I stared out into the dark dining room, and thought I saw several shadows walked past real quick. I don't know why, but I looked over at my VCR clock and saw that it was now 2 a.m.
Then, the scariest part (mostly because it took me by surprise), my stereo, which sits on a shelf opposite my bed, turned on and the song The Quiet Place by In Flames started blasting as loud as my speakers could go. Now, for those of you who don't know who In Flames is, they are a heavy metal band, and The Quiet Place is one of their heaviest songs. My stereo seemed to have turned on by itself because the remote was sitting on top of it and the CD that had the song on it, wasn't in the stereo, it was in its case when I went to bed that night. I know because I had taken it out of my stereo earlier that day when I'd been exercising.
Because my door was open, everyone in the house heard the music, and my mom stomped into my room just as I'd sprung out of bed, hands over my ears, to turn off the loud guitar and screaming lyrics. I turned it off and my mom chewed me out about the whole "If you can't sleep and need your music, then keep the door closed and keep it low!".
After that whole incident, I sat with my light on, wide awake, until about six this morning before I could manage to fall asleep.
The only thing about last night, or rather, early this morning, that upset me was the fact that the shadow didn't answer my questions.