To the Bathroom

I open the door of my bedroom and face the darkness. As the shapes writhe and twist around me I force myself to step into the living room and close the door. My heart lurches. There's nothing to be afraid of Morgan, I feel myself running. It seems so far away. Five steps later I stand in the bathroom, my back against the door and my heart pounding.

So weak. So, so weak. I make the walk of the shame to the bathroom, chastising myself as I do my business then wash my hands. It happens again on the way back. I end up in a shaking heap on my desk chair, angry at myself. At my fear. As I spin the chair around and boot up my computer, I feel a familiar prickling at the back of my neck.

Nothing's there girl. Ambient noises become loud and unfamiliar. Nothing. The prickling gets stronger. On the be- No. It's nothing. Nothing at all. I put in my head phones and turn on my music, but the outside noise only gets louder to my ears. I tear the head phones out and close my eyes. I don't move, too scared to make a sound. Too scared to turn and free myself. I was trapping myself in my desk chair, and I knew it. Yet I wasn't doing anything about it. Okay. One... Two... THREE!I don't move. I hear a sound- a real one- and spin around, my breath hitching.

Nothing. I shut off my computer then go to my bed and lie down. My eyes are glued to the television screen. I don't know when, but eventually I sleep. It's one in the morning. Something similar will happen tomorrow night, as it has every night before this one.