What is it with adults never listening? I told her. I told her over and over and over. But when my sister sets her mind to something, shes as stiff as a board. 

“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!” I whined. I sounded like a child. I've been struggling with night terrors since I was five, and this seemed to be the same thing. Except this time it wasn’t. 

I stood paralyzed in the hallway, water dripping down my face. My twenty-year-old sister stood in the door to my room, exasperated. “I don’t care what’s waiting for you. You are going to bed so I can leave, Olivia.” Great babysitter, I know.  

Walking towards me, she latched onto my arm and dragged me to my closet. “See, there's nothing there. Now sleep!” She said. I frowned, glancing back towards the door. I almost ran for it, but I knew she would catch me. Kennedy left, shutting my door and turning the light off. 

I dove under the covers, quickly turning my lamp off. Darkness and shadows filled the room, chasing each other up the walls, giving it a haunted effect. I grabbed a teddy bear from next to me and watched the closet.

Fear spread like wildfire when the doors creaked open. Little by little, he came into my room. It started with a long, pale hand creeping out. Papery skin stretched across its small bones, looking almost empty. A head followed the body. I was trembling, trying to stay quiet. Curling up into a ball, I bit back a scream. 

Leathery skin covered a gaunt face, with sharp cheekbones protruding from his face. Further up his face were hollow eye sockets. Black emptiness stared back at me, void of emotion. When I was younger, I had a night demon that chased me through my dreams. It was a particularly small creature, with a hunched back and dark eyes. 

It would flash in and out of my mind. Happy ones, sad ones. It didn’t matter. I named her Lilith after reading about her name in school. Eventually, I was put on medicine, and she went away for a little while. I ran out two weeks ago. That's when this thing came. It was silent at first. Never moving, just watching. Then, last Tuesday, it scratched its long, thin claws along my arm. BA barelycovered scar littered my skin. 

I cringed, hearing the creature's laboured breathing. I sucked in a sharp breath when the monster twisted it;s head to look at me. He made it completely to my bed. He kept coming closer, hissing my name. I was about to scream when he covered my mouth with his hand. The breath was sucked out of my body. 

Thrashing, I tried to take a breath. I was panicking. I knew that. Despite how his hand was, his hold was air-tight. Lights danced in front of my eyes. Thoughts raced through my head. Mom came home from work at seven. Dad comes home from a business trip in three days. Kennedy was probably at her boyfriend's house, with no plans of coming home until tomorrow. 

Tears collected in the corners of my eyes. This was it. There was no one to save me. The demon dug his nails into my skin, thick, warm blood running down my face. I cried out, the sound muffling against his hand. I was starting to feel dizzy. The lack of oxygen was getting to me, and the room was spinning. My last though before I blacked out was at least I could die peacefully. 

What I didn’t notice was the thin hand creeping towards my eyes. Slowly, inch by inch, he took out my eyes the same way his were. Blood rushed down my face, and he disappeared. There I was, lying dead in my bed, and I looked just like what I tried warning people about. 

I told them. I told my parents, Kennedy, and my friends. No one helped. In the end, it didn’t matter. It never did. And now, they would pay for it. The last beat of her heart was heard in the quiet house, and Olivia would become a name on someone's lips