• It happened Monday. September 20th, 2001, 4:30pm. School started. I was always quiet, and in the corner. Most people thought I was depressed. I wasn't, I was in shock. It was in 2001. I saw it. Standing at the end of the hallway, looking at me. It looked like stone, cold as clay. Most of them are red, but this one was black. Pitch black. I froze up, I've never been so scared in my life. I was only 11, what could I do? Run? Hide? No. It would find me....kill me at the most. It grinned and winked at me, and vanished down the next hallway. I stood there. Thinking to myself, "Did I really see that? Did that just happen?" It did, it all happened. I am 15 now, and it still haunts me. Every Monday, I cry myself to sleep at night. My teachers worry about me. I won't talk to anyone. I still see it. But, sometimes, it was in my room. Staring at me with those souless cat eyes, disgusting. I haven't said a word for 4 years. The only thing I've said was, "It's here." Nothing else. Ever. I dreamt horrible and disturbing things...him taking me, beating me almost to death. I couldn't take it anymore. My parents put me in a hospital. I woke up everynight at about 4:30am, same time I saw it, and scream, scream, "ITS IN THE HOUSE, ITS IN THE HOUSE! NO! GET OUT! GET OUT! ITS IN THE HOUSE!". Is all I could really remember. At 4:30, turn around.




    What did you see? Is it there? Was it there? ...