Darkness passed through the room, over a book-bag, shirt, and shoes, approaching a bed. The sheets began to rustle, feet moved side to side. Lying on his back, the boy expression changed. His eyes opened, his head facing the side.

There was only darkness. He blinked and some-thing blurry floated near him. He blinked multiple times as the numbers became vivid on the clock. Three thirty-three in the morning. His eyes itch and he attempted to raise his arm to rub them.

Nothing happened. He felt heavy, his throat started to itch. The boy thought to himself, Why can’t I feel my arms? What once appeared to be a pitch dark room suddenly cleared. Intently looking around, the clock on top of the dresser to the right side of the bed came into focus.

The boy grunted and whimpered and tried to move his fingers, his hand, or even his arms. It felt almost like they were gone completely. He looked down and was relieved to see them. Yet, the heavy feeling grew worse. Both arms,each finger felt shackled down and grew numb.

Crushing pain started to overcome him as he tried to move his legs. His whole body seemed paralyzed. The bed squeaked,giving him a chill feel that something climbed on and slowly crept up to him.

The numb feeling worsened from legs to the stomach, as if he were wrapped tightly to the bed. It felt like a two-hundred-pound person sitting on top of him.

He slowly moved his head, painfully feeling every inch of movement. Breathing heavily, he takes another looked down to see his sheets covering him.

Wondering to himself what could be making him feel like this, he spotted a slight shadow movement lowering onto his body. Bump-bump! His heart started to beat faster with the chill of a presence near him, which darkened into the shape of a person. He glanced at the ceiling and, to his relief, only saw darkness. Suddenly, yellow-glowing eyes shaped like a cat’s stared back at him with a hostile glare before turning dark red.

The specter was so horrifying it sent a shock-wave along his spine. He broke out in a cold sweat and sudden-ly didn’t see anything. A feeling like cold hands wrapped around his throat and he could feel the pressure. He gasped for air and tried to scream for help, but only “H-E-L” came out.

His mouth felt dry as if he walked the desert for days without water. A sinister smile slowly appeared, revealing fangs. He felt petrified while lying there, slowly ceasing to struggle. He closed his eyes. It felt as though his soul was leaving his body.

The creature’s eyes turned toward a light that appeared under the door.
The faint illumination allowed the boy to see two horns that stuck out of the head. The hands around his neck lifted and the boy gasped for air as his soul came back to his body.

A shadowy head turned back to the boy with an evil glare and the dark figure resumed choking the boy. The light grew brighter, and the door creaked open and then immediately shut.

The creature suddenly vanished. The boy sat straight up and placed his hand on his throat as he looked around the darkroom as the clock flashed twelve. Was that real or a nightmare? To be continued.....Dmtjourneys book was written by Dutch Dimanche come be part of a new author's beginning.