There has been old tales about this thing or things called night creatures. As my grandma explains them as dangerous, vicious, creatures with no emotions or hearts. Their soul sucking monsters. They will make your life horrible. 

My grandpa tells me all these stories and my grandma tell me about how horrible and vicious they are. My dad started telling me more about them when I turned 10. He actually encountered one when he was little, but he rather not talk about his encounter with the creature, because he survived, his best friend didn’t .My grandma was relieved, but she wasn’t happy that he went out at night.

My dad has a scar across his right eye and lip. It has never healed. Everytime someone seems him, they run or avoid eye contact. My dad glares at people for no reason. I have gotten use to him glaring at us because he does it every time he looks at a person, even if it’s his boss. Everybody that knows him has gotten use to it.

My grandma always locks all the doors before she goes to sleep on the couch. We insist she sleeps on the bed downstairs with Grandpa but she disagrees. She wants to be alert for when anything comes into the house. She tells us that if she goes downstairs to sleep with grandpa, he will just keep her awake with his snoring and sleep talking. She is a light sleeper so he will definitely keep her awake. 

I actually met a Night Creature. Well, not in person, but in a dream. I had trouble sleeping and I would wake up screaming or something. One day, when  I opened my eyes and I couldn’t move, I thought I was just to weak so I tried screaming, but nothing came out. I tried more to scream for help but nothing came out. 

I heard a rustle in my closet. I ignored it, thinking it was my stuff falling and I kept trying to call someone to help me. I heard another noise but it sounded like a bone broke. I stop moving, looking down at the closet that was in front of me. 

A growl erupted from the closet. It didn’t sound like any animal, or my cat when she just randomly makes a noise in the middle of the night. 

My breathing started becoming fast as I saw the door open with a creak escaping from it. 

I saw a long, skinny, finger appear from behind the closet door. It looked non-human, more like a stick, except barfish green. It had some baby scars on it. Four more of the same fingers came out, scars scattered everywhere. 

I looked up at the ceiling, away from the door. But my eyes slowly looked back, to see nothing. There was no longer a hand.
A loud scratch came from my door. I thought it was my cat. I want to move so I can open the door. I need her to calm me to sleep as she lays on my chest, her soothing breathing making me feel drowsy in the eyes. 

I then heard…..whistling?  A loud but nice whistling. It sounds like their singing a lullaby. I wondered who was whistling. 

It stopped….

It has never been this silent before. My twin brother’s room were right across from me and you could hear their snoring from miles. For the first time I could hear my breathing, which was fast and intense. 

I heard a blood curdling scream from outside. It stopped for a minute then started up again. it went like this for 30 seconds until in the middle of a woman’s blood curdling scream, it stopped suddenly. My breathing was fast and loud.

There was a loud knock on my wall behind me. I looked up to see something horrifying, a Night Creature… It stared at me with it’s big black holes. It looked like if it stares any longer, I would be sucked into its eyes. It had a scar, over its eyes. They looked a little fresh.  

It mouth out a word, over and over again. It looked like it was saying “Amy Candy Cane”. That sounded like my nickname. But, only my mom calls me and nobody else does. Nobody even knows about the nickname…..

It’s mouth opened wide, wider than a human’s can go. It then tried to eat me but before it could, I woke up with a sweat. That was the last time I ever saw it and night creatures again, but after that, I started seeing and hearing things others couldn’t. There was one thing that I could slightly heard over the noise once. “She is not your mom….”

 

TO BE CONTINUED….