It's in My Doorway

I lie awake in the middle of the night. Skin drenched in a cold sweat from the fear coursing through my veins. The heavy breathing coming from the hallway is all I can hear. I don't dare look at what is making the rhythmic sound for I know it can't be good.

Will my life end tonight? Will my flesh be ripped from my bones and my mangled body be found miles from my house, thrown out like yesterday's trash?

I'm living second to second. With each breath I feel closer and closer to death. I'm frozen with an overwhelming sense of dread. I know I should try and escape the confines of my room, but I haven't the courage or the energy. I feel strapped down to my bed with an invisible force, draining me of all energy. My silent words are of no use and go unheard in the unending darkness of night.

I'm overwhelmed with the unknown at this point. I'm forced to turn my head right and face my attacker. As I do the breathing deepens as if excitement has flourished within the beast.

I see darkness. I see my worst nightmares and my karma that has been slowly building over my lifetime. I see the rage in its eyes and the eagerness of ripping me apart. He's evil, pure evil. His hair in crimson curls covers his body, but it's his eyes. His bulging eyes tower over his skull. They pierce through my mind and read every vile thought.

He lunges towards me with all his might and I am still frozen with fear. His hands reaching ever so close that I can feel what's about to come.

It's those two words he speaks as I reach for his stomach that cause my stomach to churn. I squeeze with all my might as his words echo throughout the night:

"That tickles". I succumb to his torture as I am riddled with laughter from his endless tickles. I feel wet warmth pour down my legs and I vomit all over his crimson curls.

I died tonight. From the tickles of the evil crimson doll that is... ELMO.

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Credited to amesann 
Originally uploaded on September 18, 2014

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