I was sitting in the darkness of my room, I was supposed to be asleep, but I couldn't sleep. I can never sleep willingly.
My rooms really messy, there are clothes all over the floor.
And what appeared in the darkened doorway?
A boy, a small boy. He couldn't have been any older than ten. He had no eyes, instead of eyes there were just hollow sockets. His little blue lips were sown together and his throat had been torn out. There was blood all over his 17th century style clothes. He was trying to scream, I could tell. And I could hear the screming all around me, though physically no sound came from him.
He came towards me and touched my face.
It was so real, I swear.
He went away for a little while, but he came back, he lay down beside me in bed and cuddled up against me.
I could hardly breathe, I couldn't feel him though. Because he wasn't real.
He looked up at me and tore the stitching away from him mouth,
"He'll come for you again mummy..."
I lay there, petrified and listened to him humming. He sang a song I learnt in Choir year seven.
"..."winkin, blinkin and nod one night, sailed off in a wooden shoe, sailed on a river of crystal light, into a sea of dew, where are you going and what do you wish the old moon asked the three, we've come to fish for the herring fish, that live in this beautiful sea, nets of silver and gold have we said winkin blinkin and nod. Winkin and blinkin are two little eyes and nod is a little head and the old wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed, so shut your eyes while we sing of wonderful sights that be and you can fish for the herring fish that live in the beautiful sea, where the old moon rocks the fishermen three winkin blinkin and nod...."
That made me fall asleep (as much as I didn't want to) and when I woke up he was hitting me. He had a knife and he held it above my head.
"He'll come back, like he always does that's why we can't let him get you..."
And that was what I saw last night which resulted in about one hour of sleep.