My Crying Brother
When my brother was younger he cried at night quite a bit. When I was 10 and he was 8 I would tease him about it a lot, because it seemed he was /still/ afraid of the dark even with a nightlight and would often ask to sleep in my room even though it was right next to his.
There was a heat grate on the shared wall (which I used to pass stupid notes through when we first moved in. I tried to convince him at first they were secret messages left by the people that used to live here but he knew I was lying) and sometimes I’d wake up to him crying as it echoed through the grate.
Because it carried the sound through to the living room vents sometimes my dad would still be down there and would come up to check on him, but the rest of the time he would soon rush into my room and hide under the covers of my bed.
One night in the summer I woke up to use the bathroom which was just across the hall from my door. I finished and turned out the light to go back when I noticed something. My brother had a nightlight and so usually I could see a soft glow from it under the crack of his door. But what I saw then was a shadow moving to and fro across the light, blocking it as it went.
Thinking my brother was awake I burst into the room without knocking and whispered loudly “It’s past bed time!” My eyes took a second to adjust to the light change and when I could see I didn’t see my brother standing where I thought he’d be, but there was a lump of blankets in his bed. “I saw you you know.” I said, but he didn’t move so I just left him to pretend to be asleep, shutting his door with a little more force then necessary . I went back to my own room and crawled into bed only to nearly jump right back out again as my arm brushed something warm.
It was my brother, asleep in my bed. Pretty deeply asleep actually because it took me awhile to shake him awake. He asked me what was going on and I wasn’t sure what to say so just said he should go back to sleep and he made a frustrated sound and did just that. I tried to go back to sleep myself and nearly succeeded to but woke up with a start when I realized I could hear something.
The sound of a boy crying was echoing out from the grate.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: I think you found out why he cried so much… 9/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!
I’m rebloging this one since it’s one that always stuck with me. When I was younger my sister said I used to wake up in the middle of the night sit up on my bed and cry in my sleep I don’t remember ever doing it but it scared her every time I did.
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12 May, 2017
My Crying Brother
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