In the Mind's Eye

It watched me, from the corner of my bedroom. I'm not sure what it was or what it wanted, it just stared at me as I tried to get to sleep. Its eyes were wide, dark holes, I'm not sure if it even had eyes, or if they were just empty sockets, orifices that had no filling. 
Its mouth was unnaturally wide, not unlike a Cheshire grin, or a slit mouth, but this thing's mouth started there naturally. I couldn't figure it out, the teeth were rotten and yellow, almost turning black at the bloody, decaying gums. There was drool dripping from the corners of its cheeks, as that was where the smile began. The unsettling thing was that it appeared to be trying to talk to me, making uncomfortable whines and whimpers, sounding pained. 
It couldn't be real, surely. 
I rubbed my eyes, terrified of taking my eyes off of the creature for a single second, but once I opened my eyes, it had disappeared. 
That wasn't the last time I saw strange things, especially in what should have been the comfort of my own home. I saw dogs sat at the end of my bed. We didn't own dogs. They were sat comfortably, as though I wasn't there at all. They settled down and began to snooze happily. My bedroom windows were locked and my door was closed. They just seemed to appear. 
After a while, they went away again, and I started asking my parents if I could go to the doctor, to see if there was something wrong with me. The doctor said it was completely normal for boys my age to hallucinate and see things that aren't there. I simply agreed with them, not wanting to go into detail about the horrifying thing that watched me while I slept. 
One day, I saw a shadow follow me home, seeing it jump from roof to roof of the buildings I was passing by, its arms swinging around wildly as it landed. I was convinced that thing wasn't real, so I ignored it as it followed me home from school every day. 
But the wide-smiling thing was still there. Every night, it would sit and watch me, and when I took my eyes off of it for a second, it would disappear until the next night. 
I knew it wasn't real. It couldn't possibly have been real.
One night, it stayed for hours, never leaving me alone, never wavering the uncomfortable, silent eye contact with me. Until I fell asleep, and disrupted it. 
I swear I could feel it moving, its slimy hands creeping up my bed, horrible secretions seeping through my sheets. 
And I was startled awake, by a hand covering my mouth.
Category:Monsters
Category:Dreams/Sleep