Sunday, September 5, 2010

Tug Tug Tug

You could kick yourself. It's the middle of the night - or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it - and freezing cold because you, like an idiot, kicked off your blanket in the night. It's nearly entirely off of the bed; in fact, there's only one lonely corner clinging to the edge of the bed.

Sitting up, you take it in your hands, feeling that familiar fear from your childhood: that if you don't find something to cover yourself up with, you are leaving yourself open to all sorts of supernatural horrors. You shrug it off with a chuckle and give the blanket a good hard tug, trying to pull it all up in one go.

No luck. It seems to be stuck.

Another sharp pull seems to free it a bit and you work, tugging it back up and trying to ignore that silly feeling of growing dread. Tug. Tug tug tug... There! Finally! The blanket is mostly back up on the bed and you are safely beneath it once more, teasing yourself mentally for getting all worked up over nothing...until, just before you drift back asleep, you feel a tug from that one side still dangling down from where it had fallen before.

Tug tug tug.


  1. ghey story is ghey

  2. ^ Fuck you. This story scares the piss out of me.

  3. thats what you get for making your spouse sleep under the bed.

  4. Oh sorry, Jeffery, was the your blanket?

    Sorry man, can you hand me mine? And NOT with your claw hand please, remember what happened LAST time?

    *points to scar*

  5. ^ I LOVE JEFFEREY (Officially)

  6. Was not as scary as majora's mask 1 and the wandere on tracks.