This is one of the very first pieces I wrote when I started uni, so it is not as up to scratch as my other stories so I apologize.
Its around 1,000 words in length.
Is he the one?
The one who has been haunting my dreams, when I am alone in my room, at the dead of night. The one who returns night after night for as long as I can remember. It is always the same, the scene never plays out any differently, and it never changes. Night after night, every night without fail. A ball of light appears in my room. It never fails. It is always there, it is always there watching. Every time it appears, I get goose bumps as a shiver runs down my spine.
There is never much light in my room, the only light source until the ball appears, is the light from my little bedside lamp, but it does not give much light out. My room is in semi darkness, the long shadows creeping closer to me every minute. It stays like this until I hear the grandfather clock downstairs chime midnight. I can always hear the grandfather clock ticking and I know when it is close to midnight. A second after the chime, a flash of light would fill the entire room, all the corners and nothing would be in darkness. Even though it was not a blinding light, it always woke me up, no matter what. But most of the time, when the light appeared, I was always awake. For I could not sleep knowing what was about to happen on the stroke of midnight. I was too scared to go sleep and would force myself to stay awake.
There was no explanation for the bright light, it appeared as if by magic. It was scary and frightening but thrilling enough to make me stay up and wait for it to arrive. But when the light did appear, I didn’t dare to move. I would always stay curled up on my side, the blankets drawn high over my head, so I could not see it and it could not see me. But it had never hurt me. It just floated around as if it was suspended on a wire. Sometimes it drew near me and floated above my head. Sometimes it danced around the room and circled the light hanging from the ceiling, or it would hide under my bed and then suddenly appear when I thought it was gone and had drew back the covers. But it never once hurt me. It was like it was playing some kind of game, a different variation of the game every night. It is as if the ball of light enjoyed making me jump.
But one night, I was lying awake and just heard the grandfather clock chime midnight. It was time. Although, last night when the ball had appeared, it was drawing closer and closer to my bed. I was hiding under the covers again but the light intensified so much that I have screw my eyes shut. I knew it was just hovering above my face. It had never come close before. Excitement and wonder was getting the better of me. I wondered if tonight was going to be any different.
A flash of light entered the room and I knew it had appeared. But then there was another flash of light. I had pulled the covers back just a little bit, just to see what was there and there was another ball. They were both equally the same size so I didn’t know which one had been there before on which one was new. They had never been another orb before it had only been the one. I continued looking, fear and terror gripping me. I wanted to see what is second of a ball of light will do, would it come as close as the original ball did?
I watched carefully, the two balls of like circling each other as if they were getting ready to pounce on the other, in some kind of weird catfight. Suddenly they both stopped and it was as if they were looking at me, looking me straight in the eye. A shiver ran down my spine, I was frozen, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. One of the balls of light crept closer to me slowly, the other one just kind of floating there, not moving, and looking at me. I screwed my eyes together, the light from the ball been so intense I couldn’t look directly at it. Somehow I knew this ball in front of me was not the original one, I knew this was a new presence and I didn’t like it. There was something different, something scary about this other ball of light.
I had been having two types of dreams recently, one good and one bad. I knew that the second ball, which was just floating there was responsible for my good dreams, it was, looking at me as if to say okay, I will not let anything bad happen to you, I won’t hurt you. I knew the second ball, the one that was so close to my face it was almost touching it, I knew this ball was responsible for my bad dreams. It gave off such intimidating, frightening, terrifying feeling that I knew that something was can happen. I don’t know why I asked it, it slipped from my lips before I could stop it, before my brain had chance to react to what my mouth was saying.
I asked the ball that was floating in front of my face if he was the one. If he was the one who had been causing me to have such bad dreams, if he had not been the one who is terrorising them, making nice dreams turn sour. The ball kind of looked at me and then slung itself across the room bouncing off all four walls, knocking pictures down from the wall so forcefully that they smashed. It knocked my boat over that was in the corner, my dad gave me that. It continued to bounce and throw itself around the room, knocking everything and everything onto the floor, almost destroying the entire room. The original ball of light just floated there, watching the other ball. I couldn’t move, I just watched it and knew deep down inside me that it was the one who had been terrorising my dreams.
He was responsible.
The angry ball of light flung itself in my direction, hitting me. Everything went black.