The Rake Is Watching: Difference between revisions

One night, I awoke to the rake. I didn’t know it was the rake, at first, as it was sitting on my brother’s bed, next to mine. I thought it was my father coming to check on him. but then I saw its grotesque features. I remember it like a hazy dream. Its pale white skin, and black pits where its eyes should be. I was petrified with fear, and I remember when It turned to stare at me, and I screamed. And once I screamed, It told me something.

 

Every morning since then, I wake up with a new scream echoing through my head.