What I am writing is not fictional, if I had wanted to write something fictional, I would've written it in the FICTIONAL SECTION. I have been wanting to tell someone (other than my family, whom I have already told) about this experience, so that I could get some answers.
I am going to be 17 years old soon, this happened when I was 9 years old, and I still don't have an answer to explain it.
As a child I was afraid of the dark, I still am, and I always told my mom to leave the door slightly (like an inch) open before I to go to sleep. This particular night was the same as every other night. I said goodnight to my mom and she left the door how I liked it. So, I dozed off to sleep, but soon I woke up (it felt like I didn't sleep much). But, when I checked my clock it was midnight.
I sat up in my bed, and I felt somewhat strange. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that my door was wide open, but I remember clearly that my mom left it slightly closed. In the middle of the doorway I noticed something blacker than black. I stared at it until my eyes focused and I could see the outline of what it was clearly. I looked away for a second and when I looked back It's eyes were open, staring at me, focused on me, and It's eyes were a glowing crimson red.
For some reason, I did not feel scared. I felt as though it wasn't there to hurt me, I felt very safe. I continued to stare at it, and it continued to stare at me. This wolf looked solid and after staring at it for so long I noticed fur, it never moved closer to me, it only stood at my doorway staring at me. I realized that it did not want to be touched by light, and that light did not want to be reflected off of it.
Somehow I knew it was not going to hurt me, so after burning this wolf's image in my head of how it looked, I fell asleep. I woke up around 3 a.m. in the morning and looked towards my door, it was closed shut. It was closed all the way, not how I liked it.
I've wonder what it was. A demon? A guardian? Some wandering spirit? Well, this picture I came across one day is exactly what I saw when I was 9 years old. How could I forget? Ever since I began to wear gold jewelry, I haven't seen it. But, I feel as though It's still watching me from the shadows. Waiting...
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