Two eyes watched seven year old me in bedroom darkness. Grey eyes. Always there.
Every night. Staring at me.
They weren't eyes, of course, they were windows. A pair of bedroom windows, curtains closed to shut out the streetlight, but still light enough in the darkness of my room to remind me of a pair of eyes.
Surrounding them, the night: filling my bedroom with a fabric darkness that I could almost touch if I dared lift my arms from beneath the safety of my blankets.
But I never dared.
The consequences would be terrifying.
Drew Martyn 20 days ago
A big thank you to Neville who was the catalyst to me finally getting this written down somewhere. Cheers mate :)
Neville Hunt 20 days ago
You’re welcome Drew. And what a superbly constructed start. Can’t wait for the next... so I’ll read it now my packing’s done, because thankfully you’ve multi-posted today 👍
Christopher 19 days ago
Fascinating already, Drew. I had a thing when I was a kid about keeping the covers pulled up under my chin and not letting any limbs get out from under the safety of those covers.
Drew Martyn 19 days ago
Thank you folks - yes, Neville, I thought I'd get it all out here in one go :)
Jamie Clapperton 16 days ago
This actually took me back to scary nights alone in my own childhood bedroom..It's doing it now . :)
Drew Martyn 12 days ago
lol, sorry mate :)