Here we go again, yet again I can’t get a good night’s sleep. For the past week I couldn’t sleep right without having this recurring nightmare. It has me laying in bed after my alarm goes off but it’s pitch black all around my room. I’d look at the clock and see for some reason the numbers going wild. A loud chime comes from my clock as it becomes louder and louder until it feels like my ears are going to bleed. Suddenly, it stops as my clock stops at 3:45 a.m. I can’t move in the dream no matter how much I struggle. I feel something creep up my leg and brush the hairs as it rushes up even faster and faster. When it reaches my chest under the blanket, a sharp pain shoots through my chest like as if i’ve been impaled. I scream in pain as I struggle to escape my hellish nightmare, quite literally. Eventually I snap awake in a cold sweat.
Scanning the room, I see nothing but silhouettes of my room. I let out a sigh as I slouch on the side of the bed, rubbing my restless eyes and stretching out my arms and legs. I ache all over as I stand up and make my way to the kitchen. Making it there, I fix a cup of water, seeing as I’m most likely just going to stay up now anyways. I still can’t quite tell you why I did it but it’s like something was pulling my mind back to my bed. Before I know it, I’m laying back down with my water on my bedside table. I try and try to fade off back to my slumber but my eyes are always averted to the clock; 3:00, 3:10, 3:20 and onward. I finally take a look once more before my eyes finally close, 3:44.
Out of nowhere, “POP”; damn, I think to myself, the light bulb on my lamp must’ve gone out. I move my legs to get up when the blankets tickle the hairs. Wait, this seems all too familiar; I realize all too late as I soon come to see that I didn’t move at all. The tickling sensation creeps up my leg and to my stomach; I panic as if knowing already what is to come of me. Finally it touches my chest, replacing a tickle with a chill colder than the grips of death himself. I feel it then, the sensual instrument burrow into my chest as I try to let out a cry, nothing comes out. I freeze in fear as I feel the warmth of my own blood flow over the freezing chill of this abomination burrowing in my chest. As a final attempt, I try to let out a last cry before it all goes black. I snap awake with a cold sweat; when will this hell ever end?