A Strange Nightmare-
After struggling through my daily chores, the sun's scorching heat gave way to the soothing embrace of the moonlight, which radiated across the heavens above.
Taking my place at the edge of the bedside, my comfort zone for I can't remember how long, I sank into deep slumber without much effort. Not that I normally struggle with sleep, but today was different.
Suddenly, consciousness washed over me, and the awareness of my surroundings became crystal clear. I didn't take long to notice the man beside my bedside.
His posture was elegant, and although I could have fled had I felt threatened or harmed, such concepts didn't seem to register in my current state of consciousness.
The man appeared to be middle-aged, but it was his face that stood out the most. It was finely chiselled, with a broad forehead, and his skin had an eerie pallor.
His eyes were pitch black. He wore a black and white suit, though I hadn't had the chance to observe such details. Somehow, they were conveyed to me.
An inexplicable urge to respond welled up within me, but I found myself unable to do so.
Then, the man pressed his hand against my abdomen, just below my ribcage. It was a vulnerable spot, and even a slight application of force there could cause pain.
I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't respond. For a brief moment, a surge of pain coursed through me, only to vanish as quickly as it had come. It was as if, as long as I didn't anticipate pain, it couldn't touch me.
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Yet, what truly terrified me was not the pain but the suffocating feeling of paralysis and the eerie countenance of the middle-aged man
who had transformed from something almost human into the most horrifying of monsters before my eyes.
The vulnerable position I found myself in compelled me to muster every ounce of effort to escape from the creature beside me.
Yet, all I could see was the man's expressionless face, adorned with an underlying anger and hosƟlity towards me.
His features never contorted with hatred, nor did he utter a word. Instead, his dark, devil- like eyes in that dim, foreboding room bore into me.
Even in my state of paralysis, I was frozen, unable to offer any resistance my will might have been capable of.
His hatred towards me intensified, and I braced myself for the impending harm from this terrifying entity. His anger reached its zenith, even though his face remained impassive and he uttered no words.
Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred.
Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred.
Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred.
Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred.
Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred. Anger. Hatred. Anger.
Hatred. Anger. Hatred.
In that dark realm, those emotions consumed everything, leaving only a chilling sense of dread.
Then, I received a message, but I couldn't discern who it came from. It wasn't a voice; it was as if the man's hatred had conveyed the message to me.
The message that concluded this nightmarish experience:
"He knows."
Terror gripped all my senses, plunging me into darkness, and an inexplicable fear overwhelmed my consciousness.
The message was far more terrifying than the monstrous figure in the human mask could ever be.
The realization that he knows, he knows who I am, he knows what I am, rooted itself deep within me, without any tangible evidence.
From the depths of my heart, I believed, fervently, that this person knew my identity. He knows.
"Aaaaa!"
A scream tore from my throat as I was jolted awake from the nightmarish ordeal.
As I regained my freedom, deep, comforting breaths filled my lungs, and a sense of securitywashed over me, dispelling the fears that had haunted me relentlessly.
Yet, even in that moment of respite, I couldn't escape the lingering belief that...
He knows!