“Ha!” I thought to myself. Stupid. How should I believe that? It was a Saturday afternoon. I’d been hanging out with my best friend Damien. We were playing video games, mainly. He was just finishing telling me about a weird nightmare he had.
The way he described it, the dream he had took place in his own bedroom. He was visited by a strange black shadow while he was sleeping. In other words, he was dreaming about having a dream. I wasn’t paying much attention, to be honest, but I suppose that was my own downfall. Anyway, he had dreamed that he woke up to see a shadow flit across his room. He saw it in the corner of the room. He yelled at it, because in a dream, everything seems logical. He yelled at it, taunted it, but it didn’t budge until he started throwing things. Apparently, in the dream, he picked up his shoe and chucked it at the entity. The shadow immediately shot at him and…
“-…I have no idea how to describe the rest. It was really bizarre. But the strange part is… my friend Matt was telling me about this same nightmare HE had…and I didn’t believe him! Well, now look where I am…”, finished Damien.
I remember looking away from the T.V. screen with a very skeptical look at Damien.
“You’re just trying to scare me”, I stated coldly, returning to my game
“I am not!”, he almost yelled, clearly very anxious, “I’m telling you, it’s real! It really did happen!”
“Yeah, yeah. Ha ha. You got me. Now would you pick up that damn controller?”
Of course, I was only leading myself into my own demise. What I would experience later might have changed the way I had acted toward my friend, if I could have predicted the future, but no premonitions haunted me at the time.
I awoke that night sweaty and clammy. My shirt stuck to my chest and my raspy breath echoed all throughout my room, like I’d just ran a marathon. I was sitting up in bed, looking around my room for a possible reason as to why I was woken up in the first place.
Assuming it was nothing, I made a movement to lie back down on my pillow. But as I was about to drop my elbow out from under me, I spotted it in the frame of the doorway. It was very dark, unnaturally dark. It was darker then darkness if that makes sense. Like Damien said, it was indescribable..
In that instant, dread filled me, a dread that can only be felt, and described, and related to in a hellish nightmare. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed in my own bed. Where any small child would have given anything to hide under the covers, I was TRAPPED beneath mine. It was as if my blankets had been stuck down around me with lead staples…
The globbish, human-like shadow flitted across the wall from my door frame to the corner opposite me. It stayed there. I didn’t know what to do. I yelled for help, screamed at the monster, flailed under my bindings. Nothing worked. Finally, I knew what I had to do. I picked up my shoe, that was just in reach, since I couldn’t get away from my covers, and I flung it into the corner with all the strength I could muster.
I probably should have saved some of that strength. Because what happened next was almost impossible to endure.
It shot from the dark corner, and it…it…it went IN to me. I could feel it inside me, wriggling, trying to seize power. This time, I really DID wake up from the nightmare…except…something was wrong.
I could still feel it.
It writhed and flailed, trying to get out of me, trying to fully get it’s whole, and complete self into the mortal world, where it would forever wreak havoc. I remember wavering from reality, and unconscious dreams. Finally, the epic struggle ceased. I didn’t feel it anymore, it just…ended.
From that day on, I’ve spotted the shadowy figure in my dreams. It’s never attacked me like it did at first, but oh, it’s there. And, even when I’m awake I see it. I like to think of it as a him. I’ve thought about it, and I feel like he’s almost mortal but…he needs the rest of himself. And for him to retrieve that he needs some sort of doorway. Kind of like a… dark, shadowy bedroom door? He needs a doorway, and that’s us.
Sometimes in the park, when it’s just me, he’s there, leaning against a tree. Or at a loud, crazy party, where no one’s paying attention…he’s found himself a quiet corner. Oh, he’s there. He’s always there. In fact…he’s HERE.
I guess my only real question is..
Do you believe me?