[GaryCXJk]

Why do I have to write the scary bits right before going to bed?

I could hear it. I didn’t even know what it was, only that it talked to me. It sounded like one person and many people at the same time, constantly whispering, repeating my name. At first it began softly, but it gradually got louder. I knew I was awake, it didn’t have this typical haze a dream mostly has.

Slowly, strange faces in the distant dark appeared, just vaguely, like figments of my imagination. I looked besides me, and I could see Diana was awake as well, plugging her ears with her fingers. She could hear it too, or at least hear something.

“Edgar!” she screamed. “Edgar, turn on the lights!”

As I did, the voices stopped.

“What the hell was that?” I said.

“Honestly,” Diana said, “I have no clue, all I know is that this is bad.”

I got out of bed, and looked out the window. Everything was fine outside, when one of the street lights began to flicker, and for a split second, I could see a humanoid standing on the streets, not entirely human, unearthly even. It startled me, and me startling startled Diana.

“I think I saw something on the streets,” I said.

“I figured that out,” she said in a snarky way. “What was it?”

“I don’t know. It didn’t seem human. I don’t think I even want to know what was, but whatever it was, it’s gone.”

“Where did it go?”

“I have no idea, it just appeared when the street lights began to flicker, and was gone right after that.”

After that Edgar drags the television set with a video game console to the bedroom because Diana wants to play light-hearted video games, and Edgar is looking for pictures of cats on his tablet.