Had the song below stuck in my head for this story:
††† (Crosses) - Bitches Brew
In the dead of night lies a bedroom. Moonlight spills in through its curtain windows and lands on covers that hide a frightened individual. A boy. A boy who hides and cowers trying to will away any thoughts that may arise of... Him.
The frightened boy tries his best to still his thoughts towards Him, because if he starts to think too much about Him, the being might just appear before the boy. But, it's too late, as soon as the first thought of Him entered his mind, the thought latched on to his subconscious and spread its way through his brain, like a seed sprouting it roots. The boy, no longer able to avoid that thought, chances a glance over his shoulder to the corner of his room.
Nothing.
The boy lies his head back down, and tries to will himself to sleep. He gets close to it, but something faint is heard in the dark. The boy debates if he should chance another look, but his head is already moving over his shoulder before he can stop it. And there, in the corner, were two small red orbs. The boy pulls the covers fast over his head, as if to shut out the image that he just saw. He squeezes his eyes shut, and tells himself over and over in hushed quiet whispers, that he's only imaging it like times before.
But something dark and sinister forms, and he can sense its eyes on the other side of his covers of make-believe protection.
Him .
The boy doesn't need to look to know. He can sense its presence grow closer to where he lie. He can sense Him crawling over the covers. He can sense Him on the other side of them. Watching.
The boy doesn't move, doesn't speak and doesn't dare to breathe. Too afraid that doing anything of any sort will set Him off. The presence lingers for awhile before suddenly disappearing, and the weight around the boy is gone.
The boy, against his better judgment, lowers the covers from his face daring a peak. He looks over to the corner of his room and sees nothing. He sits up then and looks around the room, but still, nothing. With a small sigh of relief, he closes his eyes and lies down onto his back. But the need to open them again takes hold, and so he does. Two red eyes now stared down into his own from the ceiling.
The boy quickly sits up and the red eyes, shrouded in black mist, land on the bed. The boy goes to scream, but the mist forms into a face and looks at the boy with those piercing eyes, causing the boy to instead back up against the wall of his bed frame, and cover his mouth instead.
As the mist draws closer to the boy, more of its form takes shape. The boy's hands grab at the sides of his head and pull and tug at his hair, as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. The face comes to a stop, mere inches away from the boy's face. A smile of sharp teeth show, as Him relishes in the terror being displayed on the boy's face.
"Y-you're not real!" the terrified boy stutters out.
A slight cock of the head is given by Him, as the rest of his being forms from the dark mist. Then an arm is lifted up and long fingers extend towards the boy's hair. And ever so lightly, they graze the boy's hair.
"Are you sure?" the red-eyed demon, Him, questions.
END