I thought I kept feeling eyes on me. I could feel them staring from the dark abyss but I tried to ignore it. I tossed and turned iny bed but I was too high strung on anxiety. My thoughts were insane pounding against my skull and my heart was pounding against my ribs.
I dont understand what was wrong with me. There couldn't anyone be in there right? I sigh and realize I can't claim sleep as of now. I sit up, contemplating if I should close the closet in front of my bed. I kept staring into it, feeling my heart pounding harder, and my bravery slipping through my finger like water. Before all the "water" slipped out, I stood. I walked over to the closet and put my hand on the door, it was stuck and I swore the universe was against me. I took a breath and asked myself if I should go sleep somewhere else. I shook my head, I am acting like a scared child. One that screams for their parents to look under their bed.
I shake my head and reach my hand into the dark abyss that instantly consumes my hand. I feel a book where the door need to close and I grabbed it and threw it on my bed, deciding to put it away later.
I start pulling the closet sliding doors closed. My heart still pounding like drums in my ears, banging and smashing. The blood rushing in my vains. My breathing is erratic and when I feel something grab my hand I screech and Slam the door shut.
I pounce onto my bed, the book bouncing when I do so, but it stays on my bed.
I cover my head and I realize how stupid I was, it might have just been clothes that touched my hand but my mind was screaming at me telling me it was real, that I was in denial. I was fine know right? It doesn't matter, I uncover my head and lie down trying to go back to sleep. I could still feel eyes on me, I was paranoid. Nothing was there. I roll over when my leg hits the book, I sit up and grab the book wondering how it had gotten in my closet. I grab my phone that was on my bedside table and use the flashlight shining it on the book.
It was a newer book, but nonetheless a book I dont remember owning.
I raise an eyebrow at a page that was folded down. I unfolded it and I swear my heart stopped. My breath wouldn't come out or in. All I could do was stare wide eyed at the line that was screaming at me. My anxiety spiked, and I couldn't think clearly. I dropped the book and looked forward, right at the closet.
The closet doors were now open. I had just closed them! I know I did. Horror plagued over me, and I froze not moving. I knew I should run but couldn't.
I sit there minutes ticking by but felt like hours, each breath quiet and my ears straining to hear anything move.
Aftee several minutes I thought I was okay, so I let out a deep breath and lied down, trying to ignore that line that tattooed itself in my brain, haunting me as I tried to sleep. I closed my eyes thinking of better things. I suddenly felt cold and decided to open my eyes to grab another blanket from the end of my bed.
Black eyes with green swirled within them looked back at me before I could scream I was dragged out of my bed by this thing. Its claws digged into my ankles and the door slamming behind me the one thought that kept bouncing around was that one line, that one highlighted line, that had my name scribbled on the end,  from the marked page

"Death will not come soon enough, will it Lance?"

A/N: The story was 666 words 😂 Coincidence I think not! Anyway! I apologize this isn't Klance, this just came to my mind as an idea! I have many things I was to write about that is Klance though! I hope you enjoy :) Please leave suggestions telling me how I should improve my writing or leaving ideas for future stories!!
And as always! I will see you in the next update! Ba- baiii ❤