From the time I was about five years old to about when I was sixteen there was a set of glowing red eyes that would watch me as I was in my bedroom at night. They were by no means restricted by the twilight however, but I'll get to that in a moment. Right now, I'll begin at the beginning.
The very first time I saw them, I wasn't afraid of them. Actually, I was more concerned with something that looked like a very large spider scuttling across the floor in front of my closet. I hated spiders back then because my big sister hated them, and even though I bore them no real grudge, I came to be very afraid of them from early on in life. I should have been more concerned with what was about to happen.
I began to scream and cry, because it was a fricken' big spider. Mom came into the bedroom and my sister came down from her top bunk (We shared a room at the time, and I got the bottom bunk only because a few nights before I threw up on my sister from the top bunk. I never ate hamburger helper AGAIN.) and they both tried to quiet and shush me. My mom squashed the spider (which made me feel bad. I didn't like things dying, even back then.) and my sister told me to shut up. I did, but I was still scared.
Then, all of a sudden after my mom shut the door and my sister went back to her top bunk. Two red, glowing orbs with stringy things at the back appeared by the door. If they were in the head of a man, I think he would be at least seven feet tall.
They hovered there for maybe ten seconds and then just sort of... Floated over to me. In the light from the closet (I slept with it on) I could see that they were actually eyeballs with the tendons or nerves or whatever coming out of the back, like they had been ripped from the sockets. They were red, though. They glowed red, and were bleeding and dripping red. God knows why they didn't frighten me. I was scared of everything back then - what little kid isn't? They lowered themselves to almost four inches away from the ground to inspect the spider that my mom had ground into the rug and then looked back up at me. I was laying on my side in the bed, staring at them wide-eyed.
I thought they were...cool. Not pretty, but interesting. And they didn't seem to want to harm me, only to comfort me. I sat up in bed, and they raised a little and I felt a slight pressure in the bed beside my feet like there was someone very skinny sitting there, someone who weighed like, barely eighty pounds. They looked at me from there, and the air grew slightly cooler. And then I heard: "Go to sleep. Go to sleep. We'll protect you. Go to sleep."
They just repeated themselves like that over and over, and it was in such a soothing voice. I laid back down, and pulled the covers up by my chin, and they shut off the light. The pressure in the bed, I remember, shifted, like they were just reaching over and flipping the switch. And the voice was definitely masculine, but very gentle. I can't quite explain it, how it made me feel when it spoke, but it was almost like it was... Enchanting me? I don't know. But the only times they spoke (I say 'they' not 'he' because for some reason it just felt like they were more than one. They shared one entity, but they were more than one.) were that first time, and the very last time I ever saw them.
After that, I began to see them randomly. Not every week or so, but erratically. I felt them watching me after that almost every night, though. I felt like they were always there to protect me and watch over me. I only had nightmares when they WEREN'T there. But to see them was a rare occasion. I think actually, the next time I saw them I was in the fourth grade, meaning I was eleven, I think. That's when I named them Fred and George. I was thinking about giving the entity a name before that second sighting, because they would do funny things for me when I was feeling scared or I wasn't able to sleep. They would tickle me, or sit down on the bed next to me. Thusly, Fred and George, from Harry Potter.
Anyway, I would never feel anything else in the room when they were there physically, but when they were...invisible, I guess?...I always saw the shadows moving in the dark, but never coming near. Things are getting a bit garbled I think, aren't they? I'm sorry; I haven't gone through these memories in a while. They scare me pretty bad nowadays. I can't believe I trusted them for even a second, and yet, aside from the very last time I saw them, they never harmed me, nor did I feel anything but protectiveness and love from them.
From the fourth grade on, though, I began to see them once every two months, like a cycle. They would just hover in the corner by the door and when I switched rooms, they followed me and hovered in the corner by the closet, and would just watch me. After a few years of this, I think I was a freshman in high school, they wouldn't touch me anymore, and half a year in they wouldn't sit on my bed anymore. They would just hover in the corner and watch.
The very last time I saw them, they were hovering in the corner, like always, but the air was different. Instead of being cool in my room (you know how I mentioned that they made the air cooler when I first met them? They would always do that. That's how I knew they were there, for the most part.) it suddenly got really hot. For some reason they were angry with me. Really, really angry. It really frightened me.
I asked them, "What's wrong?" I would talk to them generally, when I was having a bad night, because they would give me friendly, gentle little touches in answer.
This time, however, they rushed up to me and pinned me to my bed. It wasn't a 'They', this time, though. It was an 'It'. And it wasn't a man that weighed next to nothing with playful touches to comfort me, either, this thing that was on top of me felt like a beast. It was heavy and muscular.
I could feel something pushing at me, like it was attacking me. The lights turned on as soon as it touched me. I couldn't move or scream. The only things I could see were two big, red, angry orbs above me, and here or there a flash of something that I can't quite define. For some reason, it just went nuts, and grabbed me really hard, and threw my covers across the room to get at me. And it was yelling at me, but not loudly. I don't quite know how to explain that either--like it was growling at me, and being vocally vicious. What it was saying was obviously only meant for me because no one heard it except me and the dogs in my parents room.
It told me this: "You're a fool. You're helpless. You're helpless. There's nothing you can do, you can't do anything." It hit the mark really hard, because it was around that time I was thinking of suicide and beginning to cut myself. This verbal abuse went on for what seemed like ever, and all the while it was grabbing me, pulling me, and pushing me, and I think it even slapped me a few times.
I think I was finally able to move again when it began to choke me. It told me it hated me. Then it suddenly lurched off the side and through the wall (my bed was pushed against the wall so I could have my back to it and be able to watch the room. I liked to see them if I could before I went to sleep. Just for the comfort of knowing, you know?). It was like it had been either tackled or picked up and thrown. That's when I was able to sit back up again and when I did I cried. My covers were all the way across the room by the closet, and even though my window was open and it was winter, the room was still hot.
I don't know if this makes any sense. For some reason right now I'm about to cry, and I haven't thought about this for ages. I guess it just hurts. I really trusted Fred and George (Those were the names I gave them in the fourth grade) and I really loved them. They were always there for me. I don't know why they suddenly went up the wall like that.
My mom rushed into the room a little bit after the episode, when I was really starting to sob. I would never cry very loudly, but I was so scared. It was at three a.m., I think, or half-past two. But when mom got me calmed down enough to tell her what happened, she didn't believe me. I did get her to call the priest, though, but only because she said I looked terrified, and she'd never heard me cry like that before. The priest didn't really do anything. He didn't even come over to the house. Looking back on it though, I guess I can see why someone would disbelieve something like this.
I guess I just wrote this by way of introduction. Just a little bit of background on me. They were a big part of my life, I mean, Hell, they followed me to school once or twice when I was having a bad time!
If you'd like to comment, please feel free. Some things I'd love theories on: Why they went berserk, what were they, and why did things leave me alone when they were there?
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