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You're Not Scared
You are lying in your bed; the dull whirring of your air conditioner is the only thing separating you from total silence.
You know, that particular silence that is so heavy, and so thick, it’s almost the equivalent of a loud noise itself? The kind of silence where you could hear a pin drop three rooms away; the kind of silence that fills your ears with the sound of your own heartbeat as your ear presses against your pillow. That kind of silence.
The dull whirring is the only thing you can hear, a sound that typically goes unnoticed, until it is the only noise present. It’s comforting, whether you realize it or not. A sort of calming lullaby. But suddenly, your room is back at the temperature specified on the thermostat, and the whirring comes to a stop, as the vent makes a dull, metallic clang. To your misfortune, you are not yet asleep, and the silence sets in.
You should be set at ease by the knowledge that you can hear anything and everything in your surroundings; making up for the lack of vision provided by the darkness. But you aren’t. It’s this very environment that sets you on edge, causes your heart to beat a bit faster, makes your body tense without explanation, and that makes you aware when you are not alone.
But you are alone right? You’ve been laying there with your eyes closed for almost 15 minutes now, and you made sure everything was normal in your room before you turned off the light; you’re a smart one. All those Facebook quizzes you took have just reinforced what you already know: If you were in a horror movie, you’d survive until the end. You’ve even made a carefully laid out plan of what you would do in any of the situations you’ve read about on creepypasta.com. But that stuff is just nonsense anyway, right?
You aren’t scared. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
But wait…what was that? Was that the rustling of fabric? But, you didn’t shift in your bed, or make any movement. Did you make that noise? No, you couldn’t have. You’re paralyzed in your bed, stiff with an unease that was not present until these very moments. You must have imagined it…you must have.
You roll over to face the wall. Out of sight, out of mind, as they say. If there’s something in the room with you, it will just have to accept that you are much too tired and annoyed to deal with it at the moment. You’re still stricken with unease as you hear rustling again. This time, the rustling is accompanied by a soft thud on the ground.
Your heart seizes in your chest…did you really just hear that? No, no, you’ve just gotten yourself worked up about nothing. You really should stop play horror survival games so late at night; it’s messing with your brain. You’re a rational person, stop acting so childish and just fall asleep already.
You close your eyes tightly; silently hoping sleep would whisk you away soon. You’re practically begging for the safety of the nonexistent dream world of your own creation. You’re running away in a sense; but there’s nothing there…right? You’re just tired. I know, I know.
As your eyes are clenched tightly shut, you become aware that no matter how much you want to, you can no longer move your arms and legs. Come on now, are you really letting this get to you? What are you twelve years old? Suck it up and fall asleep already.
Now, more tense than ever, that unnerving sound echoes across the room again. The rustling of fabric, followed by a soft thud on the ground resounding throughout the room until you cannot possibly bear it any longer. Unwittingly, you’re holding your breath now, eyes shut as tightly as possible. You have a childish urge to pull the blanket over your head. You’re imagining it all! It’s all in your head; I thought you were better than this.
Your pulse is pounding loudly and the blood rushes through your ears now, but not loudly enough to drown out the now repetitive sound approaching from across the room. What’s that rustling!? Maybe you left some paper on the ground. That has to be it! And that thumping? Probably the cat, or the dog, or something. They probably ran in when you weren’t looking before you closed your door. Yeah, you’re just paranoid.
The noise is now within a foot of your bed, and with your back to it, you don’t dare turn around to investigate. Not that it’d do much good; the only light in your room is the dull glow of your cell phone on the nightstand next to you. You plugged it in before crawled into bed, remember? But you don’t dare turn around and look; there’s nothing there anyway.
Minutes that feel like hours pass as you face your wall, stiff as a board, unable to will your uncooperative body to move. You haven’t heard the noise in a while now, not since it reached the edge of your bed. You know there’s nothing there, you silly. It’s this silence. It’s messing with you. You really should have turned on some music or something before you went to bed. Oh well, maybe next time.
Suddenly, a familiar clang echoes through the room, followed by that familiar whirring overhead. You exhale deeply, your body relaxing as you are flooded with relief. Thank God that’s over. Now you can finally sleep in peace. That silence was really getting to you. You roll over and open your eyes to check the time on your lit cell phone; it must have been at least an hour since you first went to bed.
You are greeted face to face with his sinister grin. Dimly lit sockets stare intently at you.
Ah, I see you’re still awake. But you’re not scared, right?