This story takes place when I am a 5 years old little girl. I am 31 now. The year is either 1992 or 1993. Not sure. I am living with my mother, little brother who is autistic and my now ex step-father. We were living in a nice double wide trailer home on a small piece of land with corn fields in front of us between the towns of Walburg and Georgetown, Texas.
My mother and I both have experience unexplained horror while we lived there. This one experience of mine has stayed with me in my memory clear as day.
I was already in bed for the night. Every night I would always hide underneath the covers cause I would always hear footsteps walk along my bed nearly every night and I had the child’s belief that I would be safe as long as I stayed under the blankets. Sometimes my bed would shake as if someone had grabbed my mattress and was trying to shake me off.
I was always to afraid to peek out from under the covers. One night I decided to chance it. I lifted the covers to where only my eye was visible. At first nothing. Then suddenly another pair of eyes came into my view and made eye contact with me. Red eyes.
I jerk the cover down quickly as fear and terror shot through my little body. I screamed as loud as I could for my mother. After that I don’t remember what happened. My mother has told me she ran into my room but didn’t see anything. Just had a bad feeling something was there. I am grateful she heard me as our rooms were on the opposite ends of the trailer.
I am still not sure what I saw that night. I don’t care if you believe me or not. What happened is true. I hope to never see it again. Deep down I am afraid that I’ll open my eyes in the middle of the night and see red eyes looking right at me.