Title: 3:33 Am By: StoryLord.
The boys' sleepover was like any other, with laughter echoing in the dimly lit room and sleeping bags sprawled across the floor. As I lay in my sleeping bag, browsing my phone, time seemed to slip by unnoticed until the digital clock displayed the ominous hour of 3:33 AM. The room felt colder, the darkness thicker, and an unsettling quiet settled over us.
I glanced up from my phone, the eerie glow casting strange shadows across the room. That's when I noticed it—the closet door creaking open, as if beckoning me into its depths. My gaze fixed on the half-closed door, my mind racing with possibilities, none of them comforting.
The air grew heavy with a sense of foreboding, and beads of sweat formed on my back despite the chill. My heart hammered in my chest, the sound reverberating in my ears, drowning out the whispers of my friends asleep around me.
Slowly, almost teasingly, the closet door continued its ominous journey, revealing darkness within. My muscles tensed, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as fear gripped me in its icy claws. And then, a hand emerged from the darkness, its grotesque appearance sending a wave of terror through me.
A black humanoid figure stood before me, its features obscured by long, tangled hair and unnaturally long nails coated in filth and decay. I could feel its gaze upon me, its intentions unknown but undoubtedly sinister.
Driven by instinct and fear, I cried out for my mother, a desperate plea for safety in the face of the unknown. But instead of comfort, the figure lunged towards me with inhuman speed, its rotting nails finding their mark in my flesh with a sickening squelch.
With a jolt, I woke up, drenched in cold sweat, my heart still racing from the horrifying dream. It took me a moment to realize it was just a nightmare, but the memory lingered like a stain on my mind.
As I tried to calm my racing heart and gather my thoughts, I glanced at my phone once more, dreading what I might see. 3:33 AM glared back at me mockingly, a reminder of the twisted reality my mind had conjured.
I couldn't bring myself to look at the closet, fearing what might lurk behind its now-opened door, the same door that had haunted my dreams just moments before.
I lay back, attempting to sleep away the eerie night, but my eyes snapped wide open at the sound of the creaking door slowly opening.
