Faces In the Ceiling

I just saw the ceiling move! That's impossible. I stare at the white, popcorn textured, ceiling in my bedroom that my parents gave my brother and I. I look towards Adam but he's gone for some reason that night.

More movement. It's a face and it's screaming at me. Although I can't hear anything. It looks like a face trying to push itself out of a barell full of black tar while gasping for air at the same time.

Scientist's say only believe what you see, and right now as a seven year old boy I am seeing many, angry, snarling tar faces screaming silently at me from a void unknown in my ceiling.

Cover up! hurry! shut your eyes tight. If you can't see them their anger won't be felt. After all they're silent.

But I can still feel them staring at me, laughing at me as they mouth silently a name I've never heard before but which seems eerily familiar.

O please make it stop... They are morphing now into one great face. Moving and pushing and clawing forward with the urgency of a drowning man swimming toward the surface of a frozen lake.

Now it's K-9 like mouth is opening up it's black tar teeth; I can feel the heat radiating from the evils hungry breath.

Just as a serpentine tongue makes it's way through the cover of darkness to the top of my blanket I hear a voice. "Aaron?"

The beast is startled now and it's darkness is being called back into the ceiling by whatever owner.

"It's Ami"; I think to myself. A wave of relief cools the pools of acid that were forming in my anxiety laden guts.

Just then my door opens and a river of righteous light fills the room melting the wax faces from my ceiling.

"Ami where were you?" I asked angrily. "Well when you fell asleep I went over to Jen's house for like five minutes to say hi".

I could've gone on with my being angry at her but it is never wise to feel contempt towards your only source of salvation. Only adults would do something stupid like that. But when your seven years old and afraid of the dark your grateful for the prayer that was answered by the light of a sisters voice.

I'm sorry I got scared Ami.

It's ok Aaron I still get a little scared when I am by myself.

Good night Ami, I love you.

Good night Aaron I love you too.

Ami could you leave the door open with the bathroom light on...