"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swi-----..."
She sang this song when she was scared, she sang this song because her mother sang it to her to not be scared.
Every night Evelyn would sleep with a dream catcher above her bed. Her mother always told her she had an over active imagination and to not get carried away. She always did though and always around the same time in the middle of the night came running to her parents room and pleaded that she sleep with them.
Her mother would walk her back to her room and tuck her in. She would pat her head and sing her the song, "Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong." Once she said the verse to where her eyes fluttered in restlessness she then got up and head back to there room.
Evelyn was nine and knew that there was no bad things to come and get her. Cause her mother told her so, so she semi believed it. Knowing Evelyn she still hold a grudge in still believing.
Evelyn never wanted to be alone in the house. She always complained there was a rustle every night under her bed. She would tell her parents this and they would just nudge there heads and say non sense Ev you have to many things in your head.
She knew what she heard and made sure that dream catcher and her covers were over head every night. She would sing the song her mom would sing if they went out together at night. Sometimes her parents went out at night for a while and left her to go to sleep.
After a while of sleeping endless nights with the rustle under her bed, it went away. She soon did not think about it. It was gone and there was nothing to be scared of anymore. She still kept the dream catcher above her bed though for good luck.
One night her parents went to a big ball and said they were not going to come back till early morning or late at night. She just said okay like nothing. She was happy they were going to have fun. Evelyn was eleven now and was no longer afraid of things of the unknown and noises under her bed. She was more into what she should where the next day at school and how she should do her hair.
She was much to distracted for the childish scare tactics of imagination.
She decided to take a shower and get ready for her day tomorrow. When she was done taking a shower she grabbed a towel and turned off the water. When she turned off the water she all of sudden heard the loudest screeching noise and then a bang at the bathroom door. It was the hardest and loudest thud she ever heard. Her heart skipped a beat and her towel fell to the floor. She then slowly tried to keep her composure and tip toed to the door.
She opened it slowly and quietly and peeked though the crevice and saw nothing through the hallway. She then nude as ever headed outside the door. She looked around left and right and saw nothing at all. So she turned around and started to go back into the bathroom then another thud echoed though her heart. She stopped and screamed around with her body. She then looked again, but nothing. Her hair swung both ways in panic and scared shaking nervousness. She decided to head to her room towards a light screeching sound she heard. She came up to her rooms doorway and squeak went the floor as she entered inside. She jolted a bit at the squeak sound, but was more interested in what was the screeching sound. She then made it half way though her room and saw nothing all around her except her canopy bed. Then she noticed something. Her dream catcher abover her bad was gone. Where could it have gone. She was the only one in the house, and she swore it was there before she took a shower.
She then felt a cold touch on her bare feet. She swooshed around with tangles of hair in her face. She again saw nothing. Her heart was thumping now. She then felt it again on her tips of her fingers this time. She still saw nothing. Then when she turned slowly left of her she saw first the shadow it persisted, then the tail that scaled in elongated cowering technique of the thing that it was.
She fell to her knees and the creature of shadows came out from the dark. She did not run because she knew she would never get away.
Instead she sang in whispers,
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhhh swing it no more wrong..."
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
She then felt it come near and closer to her face, she reached out to barely block it from her, and she sang one more time and then her thoughts and everything she imagined a year ago to be true was and always was. And under the bed she left along with the rustles under the bed.
"Shhhh, swing me in my head gone, shhh swing it no more wrong..."
Under My Bed
It is there I hear it well,
I keep on pleading to tell,
You do not listen to me,
Since you do not hear or do not see,
But the noise at night,
Is not in sight but fright,
Since I to forgot to believe,
It fed on my disbelief to conceive,
It came from under my bed,
Now its to late, nothing to be said,
Under the bed I am now dead.
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