I’ve always had a habit of closing curtains no matter what time of day it is. I’d rather run up the electricity bill than let in even a fraction of natural light. I don’t know what it is but something about windows freaks me out. I think it’s the fact that you can see right through them but you can also see your reflection. It’s creepy. Windows at night are the worst. It’s like the other side is a completely different world of horrors. I’ve no problem with mirrors since it’s only my reflection. I’m not that much of an eyesore so I don’t mind seeing myself. Windows are the problem.
You would think that my house lacks windows because of my stupid fear but nope, there’s a window wherever it’s appropriate to put one. We even have a conservatory made entirely of glass. You already know I hate that room. The problem is that it’s attached to the living room and my parents leave the curtains open and the windows exposed, even at night.
I happened to be painting my nails on this day; I used to do that in my room but then my dad got concerned about me breathing in the chemicals since I never open my windows. He then moved my nail stuff to the conservatory. Luckily there are massive curtains around the whole room for me to close so I was fine there. Then it got cold so I had to move to the living room. Every time I did my nails, I would sit at the table in my usual spot which faces the TV; unfortunately, I was also directly opposite the sliding glass door and the window of the conservatory meaning I was looking right at the glass when I looked up.
I had been doing my nails since 6pm and had finally finished my first hand by 9pm so it was pitch black outside when I moved on to my second hand. Nail art takes a very long time. I was slightly bothered by the open curtains that displayed the darkened conservatory but my mum was downstairs with me and she was fast asleep so I felt safe. I was thinking she would stay asleep until I finished my manicure but she unexpectedly woke up, switched off the TV and staggered off to bed. Now I had two problems, the TV was off making the whole room eerily silent and those damn curtains were still wide open.
I sat there weighing my choices as my first layer of nail polish dried. I needed to switch the TV back on but the remotes were on the sofa which was right next to the sliding door. No way in hell I'm going near the door or the window when it’s pitch black. I also needed to close those curtains but that would mean going right up to the door and window which just wasn’t going to happen. The only logical thing I could do was abandon my nail stuff and run up to bed. However, I am a stubborn nail artist and will not settle with a half done manicure. It’s all or you’re a failure.
So I sat there while my nail polish was drying. I wanted to avoid looking at the window for fear of seeing something awful but I also wanted to keep watch of it for the same reason. I seriously considered sprinting over to the sofa to get the remotes and sprinting back to my seat without looking at the window. At least I would be able to turn the TV back on for some kind of comfort. I wasn’t going to try to close the curtains; that would take too long and I would be way too close to the window. I would just have to deal with the open curtains.
I applied a second layer of nail polish and sat waiting for it to dry. I psyched myself up for the quick sprint while I was waiting. My heart was beating at light speed and I was shaking tremendously by the time I was ready to go. I took a deep breath and looked up. I was about to go for it when something caught my eye and made me sit back down. There were two distinctly red and glowing dots at the conservatory window. I stared at them, dumbfounded. What could they have been? I tried to explain the situation to myself in my head. Maybe a bus had stopped outside and those were just the red brake lights shining through the curtains. I didn’t even believe my own explanation. There was literally no way it could be bus lights. Our back fence and huge tree made sure that we couldn’t see anything behind our house. There was also the fact that we had our opaque winter curtains up and nothing could shine through them. There was no way it was a bus. Then I thought maybe it was a car parking in the front. The window was right opposite the front door so it reflected it perfectly. I quickly debunked that one too. The middle door was closed meaning I couldn’t see the porch window. Even if the lights had been coming from a car, they would appear as large glaring blobs not two small dots. I was out of explanations.
I stared at the dots for ages until they disappeared as if something had closed over them. Something like eyelids. My heart was pumping a million times a second and my breathing got heavier. Maybe my dad was right about me inhaling chemicals. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was starting to calm down when the red dots appeared again. This time they were at the sliding door, right opposite me. The door was locked but could easily be unlocked from the other side. There was a way I could lock it from my side that wasn’t reversible on the other side but that required me to go right up to the door and push a button. I was not going to do that.
I sat there staring at the dots and contemplating my next move when I saw it. The lever that locked the door was moving slowly. It was moving up. Whatever was on that side of the door was unlocking it; no doubt it was going to open the door. Nope. I wasn’t going to be there for that. I tore out of my seat and into the hallway. I know I made a point about finishing my manicure, but what good is a finished manicure if you’re dead? I was halfway up the stairs when I heard the sliding door open. It wasn’t a slow creepy slide, it was a violent ‘I’m chasing you’ slide.
I tumbled into the bathroom and locked the door. I couldn’t hear anything over my own heartbeat. I had been sitting there for about ten minutes when I heard the sliding door again. This time I heard it close with a slow and creepy slide. I was pretty sure that thing was gone but I wasn’t about to fuck around and go back downstairs. It was probably waiting for me to go down and clean up my mess. Like hell I would. I sat on the toilet for another twenty minutes. I’m actually surprised that I didn’t deposit my dinner there. I didn’t hear anything else downstairs so I cracked open the bathroom door. I didn’t see anything. I tiptoed into my room and shut the door behind me. At this point I was more angry than I was scared. Tired and hungry me gives approximately zero fucks and I wanted to go back and kill that bastard thing. It caused me to leave a mess downstairs and ruin my nail polish.
I went back down the next morning with a kitchen knife and a brazen attitude. I didn’t find anything but that was probably because it was morning. It’s afternoon now and I haven’t put the knife away. I’m kinda scared that whatever that thing was is going to pop up when I’m unaware. Come to think of it, It’s probably waiting for me to screw up and leave those curtains open again. I hate windows.
Submitted May 19, 2019 at 10:33PM by aliteralfuckingdick http://bit.ly/2w6OM3d
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