And, I've made a decision guys - the debut for Reddit Tales of DBZ 2: Jeepers Creepers would be on October 2nd, at 8:00 PM. Mark the date on your calenders, folks, because the first TWO stories of that collection would be up here for your spooky reading pleasure. Thanks again for all of your support, and I hope I get the same result for Part 2; I already started writing the stories, so uploads will be on time. Hope you all have a goodnight, be safe, and enjoy this bonus story.
THIS IS A BONUS STORY, BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!
So, this is a special story, because this is something I experienced myself when my family lived in an apartment - what better way to close the curtains than to share another of my own freaky experiences?
THE HAND
Bulla could not sleep. This seemed to be the order of her nights for the past week; having trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. She wasn't even sure what was the reason for this; school, perhaps? She did have a big exam coming up soon. Maybe it was trying to adjust to her new room – she had been moved to a bigger room in the household for her ninth birthday. During the day, she loved her room; it had everything she wanted (obviously), and it was perfect for countless sleepovers and late nights of TV binge-watching. However, when it came to actually sleeping she struggled. She could not pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but she felt… uncomfortable, and blissful rest eluded her frequently.
On the nights where she could sleep, she would wake up suddenly, confused and surprised that she had even dozed. She partially blamed her uneasiness on Trunks, who had told her that her new room was haunted. Why? Because Trunks sucks, she concluded to herself. Now, she was a smart girl and did not believe in ghosts, but that did nothing to curb how eerie the room could be. For starters, because of the curtains she had, very little light was allowed into the space, and any light that was there only created shadows that were nothing short of creepy to her.
And her room was so big too, that sometimes she actually thought that it would open up and swallow her whole. Of course, that never happened, and she'd scold herself for being such a scaredy cat later on. She prided herself on being Vegeta's daughter, also, and fear was not exactly an attribute that she connected to herself. So, she sucked it up and would brave the nights. Besides, nothing really happened, and she was getting older, and needed to brush aside her childish fears… at least, that's what she told herself, until this one night.
On this night, Bulla could not sleep. Not unusual, and for a while she just lay staring up at the ceiling. At some point, after growing bored of studying the patterns on her insulated ceiling, she turned on her side to look at the wall. Her bed was right up against the wall, and was right opposite her door. The nine year old just blankly stared at her pink wall and tried to think of something, anything to make her get back to sleep. Something from school might have done the trick. She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she turned on her other side, facing the free side of her bed. The way how she was laying down allowed her to look over the edge of her bed, and with the slim light that illuminated her room, she caught sight of something strange.
There was something thin and long that seemed to be clinging to her covers on the edge of the bed. At first, she wasn't sure what she was looking at. She squinted and peered closer at the object, and what she saw, both horrified and shocked her. There, on the edge of her bed, sprawled out, was a pale, thin hand with dark coloured nails and extremely long fingers. It looked like it was stretching from either under her bed, or from out the ground, she wasn't sure because she could not see from a little below the wrist. She was so shocked, and did not believe that she was really seeing this.
She slowly inched away, keeping her eyes on this grizzly sight, telling herself that this had to be a dream, or a trick of the light, something rational. The hand remained there for about twenty seconds before… she saw it move slightly, like a slow crawl. She squeaked and pressed herself against the wall; when she did this, the ghostly hand vanished from her sight. Bulla just lay there, paralyzed and spooked. She didn't want to look under her bed to see if someone, or something was really there. She just remained still, and, as the night drew on, she gradually began to fall asleep.
The next day, she checked and, of course, there was nothing there. She told Trunks about what she had seen, thinking he may have played a cruel joke on her; her brother, however, said he had no idea what she was talking about, and that she might have imagined it. For nights afterward she kept a look out for the hand, peering over her bed, but never once catching a glimpse of the the thing again. To this day, she is still unsure if what she saw was just her imagination... or if that had been the only concrete proof of ghosts in her room.
And that is it, folks! I'll see you all in a month - until then, be safe, and be very aware... because you never know what could be lurking in the dark.