Like many of the young people I was afraid of dark, believing that the monsters and ghosts lurked in dark shadows..
Every night my parents used to check my bedroom.At the end they would tell "There is nothing here dear ,Go to sleep ". After the door was closed and the lights were off .I laid awake imagining every noise to be a validation of my belief.
At the age of ten, an event occurred which convinced me that monsters did not live only in my imagination, as mum and dad so often told me. That night started like any other. After searching my room and, as usual, finding nothing, my parents kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight.
When the noises started, they sounded like muffled voices. This was strange because our house had no immediate neighbours. So, where were these sounds coming from? I listened and in time, was able to distinguish music too. This carried on for most of the night then, sometime before dawn, it stopped abruptly and I soon drifted off to sleep. The subsequent nights followed the same pattern. I began to look tired. When my parents noticed and asked me about it, I said: “I think that there are monsters in my room.” They looked up from their breakfast, then mum said: “Not this again Charlotte, it’s your overactive imagination. Monsters do not exist honey.” “Have you actually seen one?” asked Dad. “Well.... no, but I’ve heard them,” I answered. “There is nothing to worry about. You just imagined it all. Now quickly eat your breakfast or you will be late for school,” remarked Dad.
The next night and for several nights after, the strange sounds persisted. All I could do was lay awake and listen. I tried again to tell my parents about the strange noises. In an attempt to help me get a good night's rest, they banned me from watching television before bed but this didn't help. One night, I was so fed up with the noises keeping me awake that I took a torch up to bed and began my investigation. As I suspected, I didn't have to go very far, the sounds were coming from under my bed. I crawled underneath fully expecting to bump my head on the skirting board but instead I found myself at the start of a long perspex tunnel. My bedroom carpet became hard plastic, which hurt my knees through my pyjama bottoms. There was no need for my torch as it was illuminated by red and blue lights. The beams shone from outside. I looked around in amazement: “What is this place?” It was this feeling that kept me moving forward. The sounds I heard from my room, both the voices and music, were increasing in volume and by the time I reached the tunnel exit, the floor vibrated with deep bass.
Emerging onto a street, I looked around in wonder and soon found the source of the lights I had seen in the tunnel. They were spotlights, dancing in the night sky. The beams criss-crossed each other, they drew my attention to the multi-story building in front of me. There was a queue waiting to enter, moving forward slowly. The night was freezing, I wish I had brought my dressing gown. I began to shiver. In between shivers I called out: “ Excuse me, where am I?” When nothing happened I shouted louder: “Excuse me!” When the people turned around, I realised they were not people at all, but mythical creatures of all kinds. Dragons, vampires, cyclopes and some others I did not recognise......
Hello everyone 😁
To know about what happened to Charlotte and how did her fear for monsters disappears....
Stay tunned.....
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