About a week ago I was laying on my couch playing video games as I often do. I was in a multiplayer game, concentrating hard on winning the match. I remember that my teammates were rather incompetent and my anger levels began to peak. After losing the game I turned off my game and rested my head back on the armrest just staring at the ceiling. That’s when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. It looked like a dark shadow had scuttled across my room. My head flicked in the direction of the movement, but nothing was there. I figured it was just my eyes and the light playing tricks on me, but uneasiness had crept into the back of my mind. It wasn’t enough to stop me from sleeping, and I had dozed off.

A few days later I was on a skype call with a friend. We hadn’t spoken for a while so it was nice to catch up on all the cool things that we have been doing. During the call, they kept on telling me they were seeing some movement behind me. It didn’t make any sense, as there was a wall directly behind me. They said they saw a figure, but I couldn’t see anything on my webcam image. I passed it off as an error on their computer, but that uneasiness returned. A dreadful thought passed through my mind. That possibly, that dark shadow I had seen previously was something more. We said goodbye and I went to my bedroom. I didn’t fall asleep as easily as before.

I woke up that night to the creaking of my closet door. In the darkness and half awake, I looked towards my closet. In the shadows I saw it. The figure. The spindly legs of fear prickled down my spine. The figure didn’t move, it didn’t even have any features. It just stood in my closet. I pulled the sheets over my head and willed myself for other thoughts. Terror had stricken me and all I could focus on was that featureless figure. The dark shadow that is probably moving towards me as I hide myself under my covers. I squeezed my eyes shut with the covers still over me. I stayed like that all night until my alarm rang. I slowly peaked out of my covers. Sunlight peered through the blinds of my window. I looked at the closet and it was closed.

The next few days were fine. I didn’t see anything unusual. I even steeled myself to look in the closet. Nothing but clothes hanging and extra blankets. Nothing scary. Nothing dark and ominous, just an ordinary closet. I tried to get on with myself. Going to work normally, playing video games and going out with friends, but I had a feeling that the darkness was still lurking in my apartment.

Two days ago I returned home late from work. I unlocked the door and entered my apartment. Darkness. I felt a pit open up in my stomach and my heart plummet through it. I flipped the switch next to the door and as light flooded the room my heart jumped into my throat. The figure was standing in the hallway. It was no longer a shadow, it was a girl, but it was distorted. Her arms were bent at odd angles, despite hanging loosely at her side. Hair covered her face and my heart pounded. I didn’t want to see her face. She started tilting her head to look at me. Her hair began to part as it rose higher and higher. I screamed, squeezing my eyes tight. But I already saw it. Her mouth had no lips and no visible teeth. She didn’t have a nose; it was like flesh had completely grown over where her nose should be. But most disturbing, her eye sockets were empty, like staring into an empty void. I feared what would happen when I opened my eyes. I thought I felt her warm breath next to my face. ‘Go away’ I repeated to myself. I dared a glance and found myself standing alone in my living room. I turned on every light in my apartment. Just to be safe. I didn’t sleep at all.

Paranoia has taken its toll. I am seeing the girl everywhere. She seems to exist in my peripheral vision. Like when a car passes you on the highway, but you didn’t see it in your side mirrors. She is just waiting for me when I’m not paying attention. She is in the corners of my eyes, and I can’t sleep. I know when I close my eyes she’ll be there when I open them again. I can’t do that. I don’t know how much longer I can avoid her gaze. Those empty sockets. Always watching.