True Tales

"I have a few tales to tell you, and the tales are true." The words jolted me out of my sleep. I looked around, sensing that someone was in the room with me.

"Who's there?" I callled out. No answer. I looked around, noticing something was missing. Then I noticed it. The curtains where there but there was not a cinch of light anywhere in the room. I sat up in bed, my heart racing.

"I have a few tales to tell you, and the tales are true," It comes as a wispher, the last word being strung out. I tried to track the voice but it seemed to move around the room. My heart pounded in my ears and I was certain that I was going to die. I tried to talk myself into getting out from underneath the covers, off the bed, across the room to the blinds, and opening them. But my body refused to listen, to obey.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jerked around, and at the same time, a laugh passed next to me.

"Who are you?" I asked. I tried to sound brave but my voice came out sounding like a little girls. I swallowed, awaiting the response.

"I have a few tales to tell you, and the tales are true," It's a wispher again.

"What are they?" I asked, barely managing to breath.

"Tales," Was the answer.

"About what?" I asked. I swallowed the vomit back down.

"You," The word was drawn out.

"Me?" I asked. "Why?"

"I am you," It answered.

"What are they," I asked. A hand reached out of the darkness and towards my face. I couldn't breath, I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. My heart pounded and pounded, and I was sure my head was going to fall off.

"Your life. Every fail, ever win, every trial, every passing," the words sent a shiver up my spine. The hand conected with my face. They were cold. I could feel the death in them.

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"Hey Grandpa," I jerk awake at the sound of a little boy calling my name. "Can you tell me a story?" His mom shows up behind him in the door way.

"Sorry," She mouths. I nod.

"Sure," I answer. "Come here," I pat my lap and the little boy squirms up onto it.

"Tell me something scary," He pleads.

"Ok," I say. "I have a few tales to tell you, and the tales are true."