User:CreativeJM

Here I am, talking to you.

Through the text that you are reading.

Well, not much of a very warm hello, is it?

But still, I have to talk to you about something.

It's about my room, I can hear noises.

Noises that maybe you can normally hear in every room that has a lot of stuff.

But the thing is, this one sounds different.

When I hear it, I check my surroundings.

Because for some reason, something is telling me to be cautious about it.

I think it's because the blinds are closed and my door is locked, leaving me in a dim room.

Alone..

But somehow, I felt secure.

But I cannot help myself with the feeling that something is near me, that I can feel the presence of something..

Something that I know, but don't know why.

Then, the noises came back

I can hear them again, the noise that caused my paranoid feeling.

It feels like that it's here.

I can hear the sound of nails, tapping on the floor tiles..

And I can feel that something is near my neck.

As if it's breathing behind me..

It feels like something is touching the cloth of my shirt.

But when I looked again, the noises and the presence disappeared.

As if they were never there.

That gave my secure feeling back.

And now I can type faster than earlier.

But once I felt secure, I hear them again.

I feel 'it' again.

She's back, and closer than ever.

I am beginning to see visions.

A white figure, near the door that suddenly disappears when I look at it.

The noise of tapping nails..

Now I am looking around the room.

I think I heard something touch the pillows.

But I'm actually in a short distance from my bed.

I can hear footsteps, and wood creaking..

And not just any footstep, the footsteps with very long nails..

I keep checking my back every second.

As I am typing right now, giving you a clue of what's happening, I am looking around my environment, looking for the cause.

Then something made me look at the floor below me.

I can 'see' the hand of a black figure, it looks like a right hand.

And it feels like that I know who it belongs to, I just don't know why.

Then, the presence grows stronger.

As if it's touching my whole body.

As if that I'm going to fall off of my chair.

Then, I woke up..

..I scanned my body, looking for any signs of what happened while I was asleep.

Then, I looked at the bed where I've slept on, it's the bed from the dream I had.

But I don't see my computer, where I am talking to you right now.

But then..

..I had the strangest feeling..

..that made my skin crawl..

..that this wasn't the bed I slept in.