Im being consumed by the blackness. My insides trembling, the adrenaline filled blood rushing through my body. Im paralised in fear. Im falling into the never ending pitch black hole.
I suddenly wake up in panic. My heart racing. Im covered in cold sweat. I can feel them watching me again. I pick up my blanket from the floor and cover myself from head to toe, as if to protect myself. I finally know what they want.
They want me to join them. To join the dark, disgusting, unescapable world. They want me to become one of them. Always hiding from the light, feeding on fear. Having no identity. All they can do is wait. Wait in the light concealed corners of your room. Scanning you with envy. Just waiting for that brief moment when you're between conciousness and sleep. This is their chance, this is their only change to pull you in. Grasping tight around your waist, their shart and filthy nails digging into your skin. It's not hard to sence their excitement. Their excitement as you try to scream with you mouth sealed shut, as you try to fight your way out but your body stiff in fear.
Now that you know: be cautions. They have the advantage of knowing your fears and weaknesses. Don't feel like your the lucky one, next time it might be them who win this game.
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