Last night was different that usual. It was pretty much dreamless. At one point I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or just lying in bed awake with my eyes closed. Though somehow I could tell it was still dark in my room. There was a knock at my door and I grunted in acknowledgement as I usually do expecting the familiar voice of someone in my family.
But there was only silence. Then I heard the doorknob click and the door creek open. I cracked my eyes open to see a shadowing figure in my doorway. The figure was more or less the shape of a person, but something was off. That’s when I felt the now familiar chill of its presence. Now conscious as if woken from a nightmare, I opened my eyes fully to get a better look. It was gone and the doorway was empty, but the door itself was open. Maybe I just left it open last night, I thought.
I opened my phone to check the time: 2:00 am. I eased back into sheets and closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. Moments later, in the uncertainty between dream and reality, I could feel a soft shift in pressure, as if someone…or something was climbing into my bed and then laid down opposite me. It was back. Conscious once again, I opened my eyes and turned to the other side of the bed, not sure what I was expecting to see. Empty.
I checked the time again: it was 5:00 am.
nANIMOv 