A light breeze blew into the bedroom through the open window, causing the curtains to waft ever so slightly in its path as it filled the air inside. A crack of lightning split the night sky signaling the coming storm that was rapidly approaching. The clock on the bedside table slowly ticked away, the second hand moving in a symphony of ticks as the gears conducted the orchestra. The sound was eerily satisfying as I lay in bed, wide-eyed, and sleepless.
This was the fourth night I had problems with sleeping. My body felt like a ton of bricks, yet my mind couldn’t process that sleep was the best solution. I shut my eyes, and began to hum a few tunes from my younger days. A vain effort I admit, but I had no other plan at the time that may have been more effective… or rather, I couldn’t think of anything beyond the fact that I was going to have another long exhausting day in a few hours.
The silence is what startled me. My eyes flung open and stared at the ceiling as they began to adjust to the darkness. Slowly, I turned my head to glance at the clock to see how long I had managed to grab a quick nap. It was 3:00 am. Two hours, had passed. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned in bed to try again. The storm hadn’t begun yet, which felt a bit odd, but I didn’t think much of it. It took a moment to realize that I hadn’t seen the second hand move or make a sound. As I turned back to confirm my deduction, I saw a shadow move from the corner of my eye. I froze for a moment, thinking I must have been imagining it. Then the shadow moved again, this time, it came closer. My body went limp. I couldn’t move as my breathing became frantic.
The shadow moved towards the window and stopped by the dresser. My gaze followed its hand as it opened the drawer, reached in, and pulled something out. I couldn’t clearly make out what it took, as the figure quickly put it in its side pocket. Another lightning flash filled the room up with light, followed by a deep rumbling of thunder. The brief moment allowed me to make out the figure that stood by the window.
It seemed like a man in a long trench coat, completely buttoned up, only revealing the boots it wore towards the bottom. On its head, a form of top hat, the kind that would remind me of the monopoly man with his monocle. The hands sported finger-less, leather gloves. However, the thing that really sent my body in a limp state was the mask. I could describe it as a raccoon mask, but it was much closer to Sonic the Hedgehog, only this mask did not seem to be made of plastic, but actual fur. The eyes were dark holes that felt like doorways to the netherworld. I could feel its steel-cold gaze pierce my essence as it glared at me.
I was able to regain some functionality and sat up in my bed, staring into the place its eyes should have been. The hairs on the back of my neck were on high alert as a chill spread throughout my whole body. It tilted its head slowly and eerily to the left while still staring at me and held this posture for about ten to fifteen seconds before tilting back to an upright position. I could feel my heart desperately looking for an escape from the prison of my chest as it pounded louder and louder with each passing moment.
The figure turned towards the window and began walking towards it. With one swift movement it had passed through to the outside, as the rain began to slowly pour. Summoning a bit of false courage, I walked to the window and watched it walk towards the electric pole, a bit of a ways from my bedroom. As it got to the foot of the pole, it turned again and looked towards me. The rain began to hit hard, making it harder to see what was happening, the wind furiously blowing sending showers of raindrops into the room. Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, temporarily blinding me. As my sense of sight gradually returned, I saw the brim of the top hat disappear down a hole, right next to the pole where it stood before. The rain suddenly died down. I stood there gazing at the spot, now fully awake. Not even the goddess of sleep could seduce me to get a wink of sleep again that night.
The sun’s rays broke the horizon as it rose that morning, filling my room with a glorious golden haze. My mind was still trying to process the events that had occurred. Able to move again, I ran out to the spot I last saw the figure. Nothing seemed any different from usual. The grass was still intact around the pole area. A sigh of relief escaped my body as I assured myself that I had imagined the whole thing.
I walked back to my room. It was now 7:00 am. The clock seemed to still be working. I decided to take a shower to help clear my mind as I prepared to leave for work. Fifteen minutes later, I got out of the shower and went to pick out my outfit for the day from the dresser.
As I opened the drawer, I froze. Time seemed to stop as I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Right there, on top of the shirt I was to wear, was a pair of wet finger-less leather gloves…