Lucy (ghosts_crowd) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-20 02:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | may 2010 |
Who: Lucy
When: In the very wee hours of the morning on Thursday (round 2 AM)
Where: Lucy's bedroom
What: Lucy sees her first phantom
Rating: Low
Satus: Complete
Lucy smiled at herself in the mirror, pulled her hair into a braid and slipped into the cotton sleep shirt that hung on the back of the door, then washed her face and brushed her teeth. A few minutes later she was walking back to her bedroom.
She glanced around slowly. It was the same room she'd always had, but it had changed very little over the years. She had a new bed, a Christmas present from a few years ago, and she headed straight for it, turning on the small television and finding a channel with nothing but sitcom reruns. Still, she stared at the TV, not seeing a thing. After a minute she turned down the volume and closed her eyes, hoping that the soft drone of the TV show would help her sleep. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.
She tossed and turned for a while, forcing herself to lie there with her eyes closed, listening to the television. Then, her head on the pillow, her eyes still closed, she felt a strange prickling sensation. She couldn't pinpoint anything different about the temperature of the room or the sounds she was hearing. She wasn't hearing anything she shouldn't have been. But the sensation stayed with her.
She felt like a little girl again, frightened as she watched a scary movie, closing her eyes and hiding her head under the bedcovers.
If it had been a movie, she would have been compelled to open her eyes, but this was real life and she fought the desire. If she kept her eyes shut, she would be all right.
I won't. I won't open my eyes, and it will go away, she thought.
But the feeling didn't go away and finally she had to open her eyes and look into the shadows, just to prove there was nothing there.
She opened one eye slowly. It felt as if her heart stopped pumping and her blood froze in her veins. She closed her eye again. She must have imagined what she thought she'd seen. A shadow. A shadow in the shape of a man. Standing at the foot of her bed.
Her frozen heart began to thunder. This is all nonsense, she thought. No one could possibly be there. She opened both of her eyes, rising to a sitting position at the same time.
Someone was there. A tall, solid, though shadowy figure was standing at the foot of her bed.
Lucy screamed and leaped out of bed, then practically flew from the room and down the hall. Her mind was working a mile a minute, picturing the figure coming after her, catching her, tackling her right before she could reach her parent's door.
There was a tap on her shoulder. She froze, spun around, screamed. He was there. It was impossible, but he was there. He'd somehow gotten out of her bedroom without her seeing and ended up behind her. And he wasn't a shadow, either.
The sound of her parent's bedroom door opening was heaven and involuntarily, her head turned to look. When she realized what she'd done and faced forward, the intruder was gone. She opened her mouth - to scream, to cry out, something - but he was gone and her father was looking around wildly, looking downright ridiculous with his hair going in every direction and clutching a baseball bat.
Lucy had never passed out before in her life, but she did then, her knees going out from under her as she saw spots.