THIS SHADOW DEVIL WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE, NOW I KNEW WHY.

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Besides, trying to keep myself balanced all day, since my marked months, gets me lightheaded. Nothing felt out of the ordinary the last few days, before the rain. Or so I would tell myself.

I did hear a few things inside my home and felt things staring at me. The wise thing to do, in my case, was to ignore it. I wasn't sure if I was hearing voices or if someone was actually talking. At some point, my old Chihuahua would start barking and running toward the source of the noise. That's why I wasn’t sure because once I got to that source, no one was there, and I recalled I have been left alone those days.

Since I had an interview and needed to acquire a business outfit, I did not have time to give the strange noises any thought. Unfortunately, I spent all the money I had. It did make me a little upset, but the pants are cute, but now not necessary to have. Got to keep looking around again, I guess.

My dog is aging and yet isn’t old enough to not recognize me. She has been barking at me from time to time this month if I glance away from her or if I look down. She barks at me when I speak to her two puppies after they have done something they weren't meant to do.

Yesterday evening, as I was getting her food out of the fridge, I turned away from her, and she began to bark at me. I had my hair cut short, but she should be used to it by now, and I had it up in a hair clip, so my face was visible to her.

I'm not sure what she can see, let alone what she can see around me. I assume it would be impossible for anyone, in this world, to see this coming, but the things I have been running from have found me and I didn't even know it.

I’m not sure if they waited for the rain to bless the earth, where I reside. Since I did pray and hope for any miracle, at least three days' worth of rain, or if possible to have the land drown in rain.

It was time for me to pay for my wish because the short rain showers are starting to die down, which is a huge bummer.

I have a thing about not giving a blind eye to my dreams. I am not concerned with what my dreams mean, but with what they show or what I am doing in them.

For all these years, in my sleep, I have been fleeing from all sorts of creatures and beasts. Once, I encountered a zombie with the head of a giraffe staring at me. I slowly backed away from it and found it to be quite funny. For a long time, the addition of monsters came and went depending on how I placed my bed.

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I always need to have my feet facing my door, if I don’t, I would be letting her in my room. She is the true source of my nightmares. I'm not afraid of the zombies, falling off a cliff and dying, or even seeing my family die and disappear before my eyes. No. It has always been her.

I am completely in control of my dreams, and I can see myself from any perspective I choose. I can do anything I want, and I can even float away from the monsters that chase me every night. When she appears in my dreams, my heart rate ascents, and I’m unable to move or speak. For some reason, I’m always in my bed when she shows up.

It first started around 2015, when I positioned my bed in a different location, where I’m unable to see the door. She was a huge dark shadow when she first appeared. She engulfed my entire ceiling and wall where my head faced as if she was a black flame. I could tell she was smiling. She merely stared at me, as I desperately tried to move. Paralyzed in my sleep and frightened.

I was drenched in my sweat after I woke up and sent my boyfriend a text. I stayed awake that night, and soon after I found it necessary to use a nightlight to help me sleep. Yet it was too late, I had already incited her curiosity.

Soon after the next day, I placed a second lock on my door, hoping it would keep her out, but I was sorrowfully mistaken. As I tossed and turned in my bed through the hours of the night, I gave up and stared blankly at the ugly skin-tone orange color wall. Wishing nothing but good dreams. My eyes were wide open, and I was fully awake, but what killed me inside was sensing her standing next to my bed, as I faced away from her.

When faced with a dangerous situation, every human feels an instinctive reaction of fight or flight. That night, I felt that reaction. Awake and in my room, in my home. I stayed stationary throughout the night. I was unable to move, no matter what I wanted to do; I had no willpower to do anything. I stared at the wall and prayed the little night light didn’t catch anything, as that was my only light source that night.

I felt my stiff queen-size bed shift as if someone was getting on it. I felt as if my heart was about to leap out of my chest if I didn’t get up. As I started at the wall. A cold breeze somehow entered my room, since I was cold under my blankets. “Why is this happening to me.” I thought to myself. I could feel something arms wrapped around my waist. I wanted to turn to see what this thing was. I begged silently in my head for it to leave. I was awake. I was aware that it was not a dream. It felt too real for that.

I wasn’t sure when I fell to sleep, because I woke up shocked at what just happened that night. I told my mother what had happened, but she dismissed it as a nightmare I might have had. Until she saw the slight yellow bruise on my legs and arms. It seemed as though it had been there for some time, but I didn't have any bruises before I went to sleep.