[ WP ] ... and that 's how I got these scars .

When I was a small child I always asked my parents to check under my bed for monsters. Every night we'd go through this routine, me asking my parents and them checking under the bed and in the closet. Over time I forgot about the monsters and my parents stopped checking under the bed and in the closet. That is when my own personal Hell began. 
 
 I could not have been more than 14 years old, sleeping in my bed dreaming of the cheer squad captain. Mumbling in my deep sleep when I was woken up violently. My feet were being yanked off the bed and all I could do in my hazy state was look down. In that moment my blood ran cold and I felt the lump in my throat form. There on my ankle was a hand blacker than the pitch black room around it. Never before had this happened and all I could do was scream. 
 
 My parents ran into the room asking me why I was screaming in the dead of night and all I could do was blubber about a hand and being yanked out of bed. They told me it was just a nightmare and to go back to sleep. How could that have been a dream? I felt the thing's icy grip on my ankle trying to yank me out of bed. After that ordeal there was no way I could have gone back to sleep. 
 
 The next night was no better. The hand came back seeking my ankle and every time I would scream and get yelled at by my parents. Eventually, my parents decided to take me to a doctor and I had tests done on me. Nothing seemed wrong so they sent me back home. 
 
 The next night is one that has been burned into my memory for eternity. As I sat frozen in bed too scared to sleep, I saw what the hand originated from. A large gangly figure who's head almost touched the ceiling. Oh god those eyes, those large, yellow eyes that pierced my being. There was no trace of morality in those eyes, no emotion, it was just a blank stare that you often see sharks having. At this point I had soiled myself and was crying like a small child, hoping it would do nothing else. It saw my fear and knew it had complete control over me, and so it smiled. 
 
 Never before or after have I felt such fear in my life, there is nothing that can compare to the horror I felt that night. This thing, this monster stood above me, knowing it could do whatever it pleased, and so it did. The monster took its large, pitch black hands and grabbed my ankles, smiling even wider to show its jagged teeth. 
 
 The monster then took the other hand and started cutting my leg with its long, talon-like nails and this made its smile grow even wider. I could do nothing, I was in shock. My heart was beating and my head was pounding, my entire body screamed, `` Run!'' but I could do nothing but watch. 
 
 I finally snapped out of it and looked around my room, at anything but that thing. I looked around and tried finding something to fight it, I decided my only option was to fight for dear life, even if it killed me in the process. So I did just that. I kicked the thing in the gut and ran out of my bedroom. Running down the hallway I looked over my shoulder and saw nothing but those eyes. Those god forsaken eyes that peered into my soul, and grew bigger with each stride it took. 
 
 I had to run. I had to get down the stairs to tell my parents. I had to run away from this. My plans were interrupted though because the thing extended its arm and slapped me against the wall, making me crumple to the floor. It walked over to me and set its large foot on my chest, making sure I could n't escape again. 
 
 Oh god, those eyes kept staring at me. That thing kept smiling at me menacingly. I panicked, I flailed and tried to scream, but my voice abandoned me. It raised its arm and its smile grew wider. I flailed more but to no avail. 
 
 Finally, it stopped raising its arm and its smile showed its teeth again. Then it flung its arm down, and I flailed. It started cackling like a demon and I flailed and finally was able to scream. When suddenly, I knocked the light switch on and it vanished. My parents ran upstairs and found me crying on the floor and saw my leg. I could n't bring myself to tell them my tale, so I stayed silent. Never again though did I sleep in the dark though for fear of those god forsaken eyes, and so you see, that's how I got these scars.
