The Rake Is Watching: Difference between revisions

I believe that I will never know what that creature was. The day I find out shall be the day I die. I grew up in a small town. In my town, there was a story about a creature called the rake that would sit at the foot of your bed and watch you. If you woke while it was watching, it would come back. If you screamed, it would steal your voice. There were only a few accounts of the rake, during none of which the person screamed, in our town, and none at all where the rake had spoken. And yet, every night as we slept I would be plagued by nightmares of them. Then, every few months, another story of the rake would pop up in the town.

I have never been able to talk since then. The doctors call it "vocal dysfunction", But I know the truth. I have never shared my story with anyone, but…