A woman used to watch me sleep.

I first saw her when I was six. I woke up drenched in cold sweat, it must have been past midnight. My eyes travelled towards the large window beside my bed and I saw her.

Her skin looked freshly peeled, her eyes so wide as if her eyes sockets would pop out and she has this creepy and mysterious grin on her face as she stared at me.

I know I should have screamed but I didn't. I couldn't. But she didn't harm me, she never did.

There was a woman who used to watch me sleep.

I got used to her presence, I wasn't afraid of her anymore and I liked her presence.

I would wake in cold sweat, just after midnight and look at my window. I would stare back at her. She never harmed me. She made me feel safe because she was always there, watching me sleep.

There was a woman who watched me sleep.

One night I woke up, again drenched in cold sweat. My eyes went towards the clock and it just hit midnight. My lips curved into a smile and I looked at my window but disappointment filled inside me when I didn't see her there. Why wasn't she there?

I felt something wet on my bed, I sat up and there I saw her- Her head was on my bed. Blood was all over my bedsheet but I didn't care about that. She was in my room.

I didn't fail to notice that her expressions had changed, she smelled funny but her smile was falling down. That didn't feel right. I started fixing her smile, my hands dirty with her blood but I didn't care. I wanted her to be perfect whenever I stared at her.

There was a woman who watched me sleep.

Now she's in my room, always with me. I don't have to wait till midnight for her presence. She's always there with me, staring at me from the dresser. Always there with me making me feel safe. She never harmed me, she could never harm me. She made me feel safe with her presence.

There was a woman who watched me sleep.

(Heavily inspired by the youtube series "Are you scared" episode "Are you scared of the man in your window?")