There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents wont get home until 10. So theres no way something moved. Its just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course theres nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.
15 minutes later, as you prepare to go to bed, youre in the bathroom. The shower curtains shift. Wait
no. Stop spooking yourself. Its just an overactive imagination, filling your head with what isnt really there. You gaze into the mirror at yourself. You say it to yourself, slowly and clearly, Imagination. With a sigh, you turn the lights off and head towards your room.
Laying in bed, you stare at your ceiling, dark and foreboding, only the motion of a small fan disturbing the calmness of the night. A shadow from the light in the hall shifts. No. No, no, no. Stop it. Its your imagination. Just that. Go to sleep, you fool.
But then, just when youre about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. Its your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.