Tap Tap nosleep

I lost a week of my life. That’s right a week. No one knew where I was. They thought that I had walked off, leaving all of my stuff behind.

The truth is much worse. All I can remember is their faces, and the screaming. My God, my throat hurts just thinking about it.

It all started one night when I came home from my normal nine to five job.

“Hey Tom,” I said.

“Hey man,” Tom said. “How was work?”

“Shitty as always,” I said.

He laughed. “There ain’t a job I’d like going to.”

“I hear that,” I said.

Tom finished packing his book bag and zipped it up.

“Where you going?” I asked.

“Working the overnight shift tonight again,” he said. He worked at the local grocery store and was picking up extra hours stocking shelves overnight.

“Man that blows,” I said.

“Tell me about it,” he said. “Well man, I gotta get going.”

“Okay man, I’ll see you later,” I said as he headed out the door.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He said as he shut the door.

“I guess it’s just you and me tonight Bessie,” I said.

Bessie was our couch. Yep, we named our couch. You’d understand if you saw it. It’s an orange piece of shit that is probably over 10 years old. There’s a few rips and tears, but it works. Hell, it’s probably the most comfortable piece of furniture we own.

I grabbed some leftover pizza out of the refrigerator and threw it in the microwave while I went to change. I got out of my work clothes, the uncomfortable dress slacks and button down shirt many office drones wore. I threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants and got back just in time for the microwave to ding.

I pulled out a large glass, dumped the last of my vodka in, and threw in a dash of kool-aid to top it off, mostly to convince myself I wasn’t about to down a huge glass of vodka. Oh yeah, I’m not an alcoholic. I kind of had a bad breakup recently. The damn bitch worked in my office too, so every day I had to see her being happy while I still felt the knife twist in my guts.

I wasn’t bitter. No sir.

I flopped down on the couch watched some House. Dr. House was kind of an asshole and he suited my mood perfectly.

A few hours later I had finished my vodka, so I went to find something else alcoholic to drink. I stood up and the room wobbled all over the place.

Okay, maybe I should just go to bed.

I shut the T.V. off and stumbled into my room. I slammed the door shut, shut my bedroom light off, and flopped into bed. Hooray for drunken stupors.

I opened my eyes and squinted at the clock by my bed, but the power must have gone out because it wasn’t lit.

Yep, not getting up.

I started to nod back off when I heard a tap on the window, which was at the foot of my bed. My apartment was at the top of the building, on the ninth floor. The blinds were down, but I was pretty confident that no one was tapping on my window.

Must be the wind.

I ignored it and started to nod off again, only to be awakened by a louder tap.

Fucking wind.

Another tap.

What the fuck? Was someone throwing rocks?

Pissed, I crawled out of bed to investigate. I threw the blinds open looking up to see, not more than six inches from my face, a creature from my nightmares. It looked mostly like a human, except it was all white, naked, and it looked like its face had been stretched vertically. The creature’s head was bald and it had some of the biggest and blackest eyes I’d ever seen. It was hanging upside down, dangling from the roof of my building, head at the top of my window.

“What the fuck?” I shrieked.

It started to smile, a creepy upside down almost human smile. That’s when I saw its teeth. They were all sharpened to points.

I backpedaled away from the window, but continued to stare as it raised one clawed hand to tap on the glass, still smiling. I lost my shit and screamed, running for the bedroom door.

I yanked the door open as I heard the glass shatter behind me. I froze. Outside my door stood another one of the creatures. It wore the same pale smile, sharp teeth sparkling, with its claws poised to strike. I started screaming again.

I jerked awake in my bed, still screaming and covered in sweat. My head whipped in every direction of my bedroom, making sure the coast was clear.

My breathing slowed as I didn’t find any of the creatures.

“That was fucked up,” I panted, finally calming down.

I got out of bed, to flip the light on. I wasn’t about to sleep in the dark after that. I stepped out of bed and heard it...a faint tapping at my window.

That was a week ago. I woke up in the hospital. My roommate said they found me in the parking lot for my building, in what looked to be a seizure.

I had been stuck in the same dream, over and over, for a week. They put me on some good meds and everyone left me alone for the night in the hospital room. I had made them move me to a room without windows. I started to doze off when I heard it.

Tapping.

Submitted May 06, 2015 at 06:29AM by Faiynn http://ift.tt/1ADdIJi nosleep