What lies behind the Closet door

Scratch Scratch Scratch

That is all I ever hear, every single night behind my closet door. It won't leave me, no matter how much I may scream and yell at it. It mocks my weak attempts, and scratches louder and more aggressively just to tip me over the edge. Well, it succeeded in doing so. I angrily rip off the comforter from my body and stomp towards my closet door. I quickly twist the doorknob and swing the door open. I was met with a slim black figure with blue eyes. I tilt my head and say "Will you stop the scratching please; it makes me want to rip my ears off. Now quit it. And why are you in my closet?"

The figure tilts its head and chuckles at me. '' Boy, I do as I please. If I wish to scratch at this door, I will continue to do so. Seeing as how you have no power over me and will not stop me. Whine and cry all you want, but I am here for a reason. '' I sigh heavily. ''What must you do in my room, in MY closet. I wish for you to leave and never come back. What even are you? '' I ask the dark figure. The thing begins to step forward towards me, as I walk back towards my bed. I sit on my bed, gaping at the tall figure, expecting an answer. He leans down and I am able to see his face in the moonlight. He has bright blue eyes and dark hair. With a wicked smirk I want to slap off his face. ''I am here to haunt you until your 17th birthday boy. Maybe I will reveal my true intentions if you make me some food.'' He says smirking. I gape at him in shock and irritation. I am not a slave, and why is a grown man creeping in my closet. I couldn't tell anyone, because they would just think I'm dreaming given my history of eccentric dreams. Whatever, my birthday is in two days, I need to just calm down. He will be gone soon, but why would he creep in my closet? God only knows what he has seen-seeing as how I get dressed/undressed in my room. Oh lord am I embarrassed; this creep needs to leave now.

I angrily get up and he steps back a little, still annoyingly smirking at me. '' I don't know who you think you are mister, but you need to leave. I will call the police on you; you are God knows how much older than me and are creeping in my closet. I am a calling them now.'' I turn around to grab my phone on the bedside table when I get flung across the room and my back hits the wall. I groan and hold my head as I slouch upon the floor. I quickly look up at the stranger, to see him with a cold expression on his face. ''I will do as I please boy. I am not human, and no one can see me but you. I am here to make sure you survive until your 17th birthday. Now quit being a pest and make me some food boy.'' He says to me coldly. He exits my bedroom and assumingly goes downstairs to the kitchen. I roll my eyes and head downstairs. You must be thinking, where are my parents? Well, my family is in business, and they are traveling the world right now. They are gone for weeks at a time, but I like being alone at home to do whatever I want. I was never an affectionate person, and just didn't care too much about having a real relationship with either of my parents. My mother was annoying and clingy, and my father was just boring. I see them at least twice a month, and they allow me to use one of their credit cards for food and personal things I may need so as long as they provide for me, I'm cool. They always pay the bills on time, and I luckily have very responsible parents. But I guess you do have to be that way if you run a business. I stomp down the stairs, internally groaning at the thought of having to talk to some stranger. I walk in the kitchen and see the oven is on and two plates are out on the kitchen island. I smell chicken and fries, is this creep really making food? I look around for him and see him in the living room watching football on TV. He is mumbling to himself, and I clear my throat to catch his attention. He looks over at me and says '' About time you came down, you hungry? I'm making chicken and fries; cause man am I starving'' and he rubs is belly. He looks super young, about 25 years old or so. Why is this weirdo even watching after me? '' Why are you protecting me, and what does my birthday have to do with anything? And who even are you if you aren't human?'' Was I just hallucinating or something? This feels like a horror movie.

He rolls his eyes playfully and says, '' I am Kim, and I was sent by God to protect you from a demon that was sent to kill you before your 17th birthday. Your parents are devil worshippers, and they sacrificed your life for more money and power. So, if that demon doesn't kill you before your 17th birthday, the deal is broken, and your parents will die instead. You will be left alone after that, but I need to protect you until then. So please, just listen to me and stay alert at all times.'' I sigh at his words, I'm not even surprised my parents are devil worshippers, they are full of greed. I then smell burning and shout, '' Did you not set a timer for the food you idiot! '' as I run towards the kitchen. Smoke is coming from the oven, and I grab oven mitts to pull out the cooking sheets from the oven. Kim helps me and we turn the oven off. We air the kitchen out, and the fries and chicken are as black as coal. I frown and turn to him pouting childishly, '' Are you serious right now Kim? You can't even cook food properly without trying to burn my house down!'' I spit harshly at him, and he just sighs. '' Sorry, I did just waste a bunch of food. Here how about we go to Popeyes down the street and get some food. My treat!'' He suggests happily. I say okay and we clean up the kitchen and head out the house. Town is just a five-minute walk from my house, so him and I walk side by side as my stomach grumbles just thinking about a chicken sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy. We both walk a little quicker, and I start to hum a song to pass time by. We get into town finally, and we walk into Popeyes. I sit down at a table with Kim after we order our food. I look around and see a few people eating and talking. I look at Kim, and he is staring at me. I roll my eyes and say, '' Hey creep, your mama ever teach you to not stare? It's weirding me out, and you are just analyzing every centimeter of my appearance right now. Got something to say?'' I speak harshly. I always hated people staring at me, it always made me so uncomfortable. He smiles at me, leans forward and whispers to me, '' You best watch your tone boy, I am older than you and the reason I was staring at you was cause you looked familiar. Like I have seen you around before, but I must be mistaken. Stop being so defensive all the time, it makes others uncomfortable.'' He says, and then our food comes to the table, and we immediately dig in. We both finish our food within 10 minutes, and suddenly the air feels super cold. I shiver and wrap my arms around me, waiting for Kim to be done filling his drink. He immediately stops and turns around to see a man in a dark long coat, and a dark hat walk in. If this man isn't a walking red flag, man I don't know what is. My heart starts pumping wildly and I break out into a cold sweat as the man walks towards Kim and leans down towards his ear to whisper something. Kim looks confused, as do I and the man snaps his fingers and suddenly, I am tucked in my bed. I sit up immediately hyperventilating and look around my room. How did I get here? And where is Kim? Maybe I was just dreaming again, but I haven't had such a lucid dream in a while. I shake my head and my head starts pounding from stress and exhaustion. Goodnight, maybe it all was just a dream. Or was it?