Waking

Oh Gods, why am I breathing so heavily. That was some dream.

...I am not alone...something is looking at me.

Wait...there’s a shadow...it's standing in the corner of the room.

It’s staring at me, breathing...slowly, mechanically.

I don’t like it. Why is it here?

Noise...I can hear something, but I can’t make it out...it’s getting louder...

Screaming...it is screaming...where is it coming from?

The creature, it is moving closer. All black, except its eyes. The pale points are fixed on me, staring intensely.

I can’t move...why can’t I move?

It’s holding me down...crushing me.

It’s getting harder to breathe.

The screaming is getting louder...where is it coming from?

Me...it’s me...I am the one screaming.

The creature is closer, pressing on my chest. I can feel the weight of it.

The screams are deafening. It hurts to breathe.

I still can’t move...breathing...is...harder...

It...is....getting.....darker.......

I....am.....slipping.......away..........