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Idk just poop post trying live I guess since the tags there follow me on lemon8
I made a mood board for me!!
Creepy things #4. The face.
Context, like with my living room you can take a left to get to the kitchen but instead of taking another left you take a right, although if you take a right at my bathroom you get to my brothers room which at that point was just an empty room.
When I was about 12 or so I had gotten hungry. Normally when that happens I just go to my pantry or refrigerator to forge for food like the rat I truly am but this night was different. At that time I was still irrationally afraid of the dark and didn’t like walking past my very dark bathroom. I would always peak my head out of the room to check if it was safe to leave and then sprint to the kitchen.
That night I was feeling much more confident the usual so I just planned on striding out of my room and into the kitchen but when I was at my door I stopped. I suddenly had a dreadful feeling fill my body and decided to poke my head out. I opened the door to my room at poked my head out just enough to look around. First I looked at the kitchen, all clear, bathroom, nothing in site, and just as I was feeling safe I turned my head to the right and saw a face. I was a large human face but I was to big to be human. It’s eyes were unnaturally big and took up most of the face along with a sinister smile that reached from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear. The thing had no nose and and pale white skin with clumps of gray hairs adorning its head.
When I was that inhuman creature I slammed the door to my bedroom shut so fast and so hard it should have woken everyone in the house. No one, not even my sister whom I share a room with, woke up. My sister is a relatively light sleeper and should have woken from the loud noise the door had made as it hit the wall or the loud scream that came from my mouth.
It is very easy to say I quickly lost interest in going out of my room for any sort of sustenance that night and my hunger was replaced only by fear. Even just remembering this makes me oddly sick to my stomach or maybe it’s the fact I eat three hotdogs. Who knows?