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"Last night was the first night I’ve been absolutely terrified in a long time. The weird part is, I couldn’t even remember what I was dreaming about. My eyes suddenly jolt open, and my heart is pounding in my chest. It’s beating so hard I can feel it in my hands and neck. I’m sweaty and taking quick, shallow breaths. Laying there staring into blackness, my mind is racing. Trying to piece together the parallel reality that existed in my REM sleep.

I can’t calm myself. My nerves are on edge, and I feel so small in the void of night. The harder I try and think, the quicker the images dissolve. Fleeting flashes of people, and places I’ve been and seen before. Or haven’t. Something is there. Lurking just beyond the border past memory. The silence is overwhelming, and I think the fear of not remembering is worse than what’s hiding. 

There’s a creak. An aged floorboard bending somewhere in my room. I turn my head quickly, take a deep breath and hold it in. Nothing. Only void.

I can feel it. It’s in here with me. Somewhere in the blackness, it’s creeping ever so slowly forward. Just out of sight. So close that if I breathe, it will find me. The heaviness of it creates a pressure on my chest. I’m still holding my breath, and my heart pounds in my ears. My cheeks tickle. Streams of salty water streaming down. I’m staring so hard into the darkness that my eyes leak and sting. It will hear me blink. It’s everywhere. Or nowhere. No one would hear me scream because I’d be ripped apart before making a single noise. Claws would sink into my flesh and tear out my entrails. Devouring me whole without leaving a speck of blood for anyone to find. In the morning I’d be gone. Forgotten. Lost in another place in another time. Where everything is unfamiliar and terrifying. My soul lost and wandering. "