The Clothing

My eyes are barely open as I lie in bed. In the darkness, it's impossible to tell whether I am asleep or not. I'm eying the shadow of the figure that seems to be sitting in the chair on the other side of my room.

It's been there for an hour, and I'm getting tired. My eyes hurt, and I don't think I can keep them open for much longer. I know that when I close my eyes, the figure is going to move. What it's going to do to me, I can only imagine.

In my last act of desperation, I sneakily move my hands up the wall, inching it closer and closer to the light switch. Before the figure can move, I turn on the lights in my room. I look towards the chair and give a slight chuckle.

The only thing in the chair is a pile of used clothing. The clothing must have cast that shadow. I shake my head, mystified about how stupid I must have been to think that it was a person sitting in that chair. I turn off the lights and lie down. I turn my back to the chair and try to fall asleep.

After a few minutes, I hear a faint whisper behind me.

"Your shirt is very comfortable"

Written by UnknownError17