Week 7:Horror Story

“My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.”

 

It has been 5 years since she passed. It scares me at night when I wake up to blood dripping down my bedroom walls. I still often visit her room and rock her teddy bears to sleep. I sing a lullaby while tucking her in. She isn't here but she is alive in my dreams and I can't get her out. I hear shreaks of darkness crawling on her corpse. I decorate her grave with flowers but at dawn they die. I guess it's true that the dead is not actually dead. At night I hear knocking on glass. I look at my window and then see her reflection in the mirror. If I could go back to the day when my little girl was stolen from the front yard I would change so many things. The man asked to play hide and seek with her and I wish she hadn't fallen for it. She was just a little girl. Now her death haunts me when I sleep. Anymore my sleeping is the same as being awake. Nothing gets easier. I'm living but not actually alive. The shadows of darkness haunt me. The Old Man possessed me trying to find life, and I took my own childs.