Scary stories

Gaze

I have something I must confess. I have been watching you. Yes, right this second. Little did you know, I've been watching you for the past several days. You have such a lovely home, full of space and dark corners. I like the dark. All this time, I have been in your home just watching you. Well, not just watching, but we'll come to that later.

I observe you perform your nightly routines before you slip into your warm bed. I watch until you fall asleep, and I am there to see you awaken to daybreak's new light. I am ever so still; my stare remains unbroken and undisturbed for hours and hours. You are so beautiful when you sleep. I wish you could see yourself as I see you. Your body is a sensual furnace of heat that radiates endless plumes of vibrant red, orange, and yellow flames as you slumber. I bask in your warmth and light. The rhythmic rising and falling of your chest is the source of a breath that can ignite the very air around you, announcing to the universe that you are here, and you are alive! The beauty of the spectacle can hold me in a trance the entire night until the morning light forces me to retreat to my dark haven. Other nights, I come to you.

You don't even feel my embrace. Up and down your arms and thighs, I touch you with the utmost care. I would never want to disturb you while you slept. Your skin is so soft and delicate, so unlike mine. Your body is a landscape of ecstasy, with a new wonder just waiting to be discovered and uncovered. Your aroma is intoxicating and invokes an insatiable hunger that I surrender to and gorge upon. I then quietly make my way back to my hiding place. I am hidden well before the first rays of morning peek through the windows. You never realize I was there. You awaken and go about your life as you would any other day while I sleep content, but still filled with anticipation for what the following night will hold for us.

Ah. I see that you have noticed the marks I left behind. Marks on your thighs and arms and throughout your body. I know they hurt. I am sincerely sorry for that, but things like that are unavoidable when it comes to matters such as these. I am always so careful that my kisses are soft and delicate. Never would I dare spill a single drop of your precious blood.

It saddens me that soon I will have to share you with others. However, I take comfort from my sorrow in knowing that you will be just as beautiful to them as you are to me. I know their touch will be equally as gentle as mine is with you. I know their kisses will show as much tenderness as mine have always had. My eggs will hatch any day now. The little ones will most likely make their way to your mattress and hidden places within the frame of your bed; a trait for which we earned our namesake. I much prefer the nightstand next to your bed. The tiny crevice on its side allows me to look upon your face for as long as I desire. It is from here that I simply gaze and wait for our next encounter.

Good night, sleep tight,

Don't let the bed bugs bite,

Wake up bright.

In the morning light.

To do what's right.

With all your might.