Helpless.

WHY! Why did my parents have to move to this place! We were fine in Delhi, but my parents decided to move to London because of my dad's job. They think little Mohit can handle all of this change at once, a new school, new people, a new roof above my head when I sleep........

Sleep....I had not had much sleep since we moved here. It feels weird, I can't sleep here. I keep waking up again and again....Something keeps waking me up, Something does not let me sleep, Something keeps me from moving...screaming.....calling for help..........

I had slept with my parents for a while in their room, I was scared to sleep alone, They said it was time for me to grow up, I was 12 after all. I had to learn to sleep alone. To face my fears. Little did I know, those fears...were not my imagination.....

"You got this!" I said to myself as I moved towards my room, "Don't think about what happened. Just a dream, just a dream just a dream....." I chanted as I turned my light off and went to bed. I was able to fall fast asleep quickly, The math assignment had exhausted me.

It wasn't until 3:00 AM that I woke up. I could see the clock beside me, I tried to reach out to the glass of water but could not, I could not move. It felt like I was chained down. It was happening again, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Just like I did before...Staring at me, with such cold lifeless eyes, Eyes is all it had, No nose, no mouth...Just two eyes looking straight at me. Its long, thin hands reaching down at the floor. It was like five times taller than me, with pale skin which looked like it was rotting away. I had no other option but to close my eyes and sleep. As I closed my eyes, I felt its bony fingers touching my face...It pulled my eyelids open. I could....'feel' it smiling at me. It did not have a mouth, But I could feel it...It creeped me out. The last thing I remember is that. I woke up the next morning, thinking it was all a dream. I went downstairs to have breakfast and told my parents all about it. They said it could be 'Sleep Paralysis'. It happens to some people all the time. That is why I could not move. They said nothing when I mentioned the tall thing that stared at me, It was like they did not hear me at all. I just let the matter go for now. If I thought that the terrors were just a thing for the night, I was wrong.

A few days later, My dad was at work and my mom was out with her friends. I was home alone for a few hours, I planned to do nothing but watch movies and read Manga. I was watching TV when it turned off. And I saw the reflection of that thing standing behind me.

This time, It had a nose, I looked back and it was gone. That same night when I went to sleep, I saw it again, this time with ears. I woke up the other day to find strange scars around my nose. My ears had the same scars around them too. It felt like my nose was sealed shut, I could not breath and I ran to my parents. "Now do you believe me?" "Look what it did!" The sighed and said, "Of course we believe you Mohit, We have seen it too."

I was extremely confused. "This will come as a shock but...It won't let us leave!, you have to learn to ignore it. The more attention you give, the more it harms you" "Something was different last night" I said. "What do you mean?" Said my mom. "It had a nose....and ears...."

"Son, you will sleep with us tonight, try to ignore it as much as possible.....

That night I woke up, not in my bed but standing right in front of it. My skin felt weird, I looked down and my heart dropped, I was staring at a rotting body with long arms. I tried to scream but could not. I touched my face....I could not feel my lips....my nose....

I looked in front of me and saw myself. Smiling at me.

"Too long....I was trapped....in that body...I died here you know. You came into my room. You woke me up. But you gave me a new life, I have a family now because of you Mohit.......

That is all I ever wanted. My family never love me, my father used to beat me after my mom died.. he used to torture me.....sue my mouth shut when I talked too much....cut my ears when he did not like the music I heard... He killed me..... I could not leave even after dying, but now i have a family.....For ages I have been here, staring at people, hoping someone would help....No one did.....I had to do it Mohit,,,,, You are my father's spirit reincarnated....You have to pay.. Now you know how it is to look at someone everyday....and not be able to speak....call for help.....Now you know how it is to be...HELPLESS.