The Watcher

A young boy is having dreams of a strange creature, but after a disturbance in the middle of the night, he learns his dreams may be more than just dreams..

John Blake was your average teen; he went to school, did his chores, and hung out with his friends. He lived in a small house in Princeton, British Columbia with his dad. It was pretty lonely there, ever since his mom died, things hadn't been the same; he had become an introvert and wasn't doing very well in school anymore. Then one night, something strange happened. He started having dreams of a mysterious creature, but against bettet judgement, he never told anyone.


Now he may never get too.





A loud crash sounded through the house as he was thrown into a bookshelf, knocking it and all of its contents to the ground. He crawled out from under it and tried to run, but the thing grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, wrapping its cold, rotting hands around his throat. As the creature squeezed the life from him, he used all his strength to try and get out of its clutches, punching and kicking with all his might, but it was no use. When he had all but given up, it dropped him.

He was confused; it just stood there in front of him, watching him. He got up and tried to run to the door, but he barely made it 2 steps before the creature grabbed his arm. It swung him around so he was facing it, and looked deep into John's eyes as it thrust its claw-like fingers straight through his chest. He looked down to see what it had done; his chest was torn open, blood seeping out of the holes it made. As the last breath left his body, he wondered why the creature had done this to him...

“STOP!” John yelled loudly.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed his pocket knife and slashed it in front of him, only to find there was nothing there.

It was just a dream.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he walked down stairs to get a glass of water, looking around each corner as he went. When he reached the kitchen, he opened the cabinet, and grabbed a glass.

“Dirty,” he said to himself.

He went to the sink and cleaned it out. He then filled it with water, took a drink, and went back upstairs. As he settled back into his bed, he wondered why this thing was watching him, haunting his dreams and stealing sleep from him. He also wondered when it would reveal itself, and if he would be ready when it did. While he drifted off to sleep, he didn't notice the small creak as the door slid open, or the shadow that cast itself across the walls.

The next day was the same as normal; he went to school, did his work, then went home and called his dad to tell him he had gotten home. His dad had been out of the house for a few days on a business trip, and he wanted him to call so he could make sure John was safe. As night time slowly approached, he made sure that everything was ready, then walked up to his room and went to sleep.

He woke to the sound of a glass shattering, and he knew that something was wrong. Slowly, he reached to his night stand and slipped the knife into his hand, then got out of bed and slowly walked towards his door. As he went to turn the handle, the door broke open and he was thrown to the ground. He jumped to his feet and was about to strike, but that’s when he saw it, the creature, just standing there in front of him. Frozen with fear, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he gazed upon the monster.

A tall, slender, human like creature was standing before him. He tried to make out its facial features, but he soon wished that he hadn't. Its skin was charred black, and looked like it was rotting away. Its eyes looked like they had been ripped out, and its lips were all but gone, revealing a set of sharp, yellowed teeth.

“What do you want from me!?” John yelled at the creature.

It reached out its arm and tried to grab him, but he was ready. He swung the knife with all the force he had, completely cutting off its hand. The creature reeled back in pain, letting out an ear piercing screech. John fell to the ground in agony; it felt like his head was going to explode. He tried to crawl to the door, but it grabbed him and through him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him. As he struggled to his feet, the creature ran at him, but he managed to jump out of the way and it smashed into the wall.

Before it could turn around, he went behind in and thrust the knife into its back. The creature screeched as the blade pierced through its rotting flesh. While it tried to recover, it swung its remaining arm around and hit John, sending him flying backwards into the window.

He crashed into it and it shattered, sending him flying down to the backyard. As he hit the ground, one of the fence posts around the garden tore into his shoulder, just missing his heart. A splitting pain shot through his body as the post mangled his arm.

“AHHH!” he shrieked as he attempted to pull himself off the post.

He tried to get up, but he had no strength left in him. As he felt the life slipping away from him, he saw the creature, just standing above him, watching him. His mind started to go blank, and while he lay there, bleeding out in his backyard, he wondered why the creature had done this to him...

“NO!” He shouted, regaining consciousness.

Adrenaline rushed through his body, and he flung himself off the ground, the post still in his shoulder. He ran towards the creature, it heard him and turned around, but it was too late.

John grabbed it and pulled it towards him, stabbing the post into its chest. It shrieked in pain as the post ripped through its flesh, and flailed wildly in an attempt to escape, but it was no use, he was not letting go. After what seemed like forever, it let out a dying scream, and turned to ash. John fell to his knees, looking down at what was once the creature. The last thing he heard before he passed out was the sound of distant police sirens moving closer to where he lay.

He woke up in a hospital bed, connected to multiple machines, which were all beeping loudly. A nurse entered the room, and saw that he was no longer asleep.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the nurse said kindly.

“Where’s my dad, is he here?’ John replied.

“He is on his way right now; but you should sleep a little more until he gets here. God knows how much you need it,” she said, with a soothing tone in her voice.

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” he said, sleepily.

The nurse left the room, and he fell back into his bed. After a few minutes, he heard soft, almost unnoticeable footsteps outside his room. Thinking it must just be a doctor walking to another patient’s room; he just ignored it. While he drifted off to sleep, he didn’t notice the small creak as the door slid open, or the shadow that cast itself across the wall.

Author's Note

This was written a few years ago for an assignment. It isn't my best work as there were many restrictions, such as it only being 1 page (I had to made the font size 5 in order to comply with this rule), but I have recently started making a sequel for it and I would like to hear what you guys have to say.