i dreamed of the attic again last night.
it's always the same. i'm lying awake, in the dark, and i can't move. and i know, on some level, that what i'm seeing isn't real but it feels real. and i'm afraid. i want to close my eyes, but somehow i know that it'll be worse if i do. and i always know where to look.
so as i'm lying there, in the dark, i don't want to look over there. i know what i'll see, and i know that it always ends the same way but i'm still afraid. yet still, my eyes are pulled over towards the attic door and i watch. i don't need to blink. maybe it's because i'm not really awake, maybe my eyes are closed and imagining this or maybe i've briefly, just briefly, fallen into a different world. i don't know. i have no explanation for this. i just watch.
under my watchful and frightened eye, i watch as the door opens itself. just the merest sliver, barely exposing the yawning darkness within, just enough for something to perhaps slither out. and then it gently closes itself with the barest whispering click-thud. the room is still but i can just barely see, craning my eyes, as the small dark shape creeps along the floor towards the door. towards me.
it's dark, always dark, so dark, i don't know what it is just that it's coming towards me and i can't move. and as i stare, i suddenly jerk fully awake in a cold sweat and my room is empty and the attic door closed and the sun is just rising up over the horizon and i can hear birdsong in the distance and the panic is gone but my heart is still racing.
this happens every month and i am at a loss. is it dreams? sleep paralysis? all i know is that last night it took itself up a step. i didn't wake up when the thing came closer, i just lost sight of it. and then i felt a crushing weight on my chest and then woke up.
and then today i heard it. i was awake, sitting in the kitchen and i heard it. a soft creak, creak. as if someone was walking about in the attic.
i don't know what's happening. should i move out? call an exorcist? i always thought it was sleep paralysis but this is concrete. this is me, awake, and someone--something--in my attic and i don't know what's happening.
i have to go look. i have to see what's in there. i have to open the door and look in, have to find out. i have to.
wish me luck.
so this is loosely based off a dream i actually had last night and i, like a smart person, decided to make it more frightening instead of less. so, enjoy?
it's always the same. i'm lying awake, in the dark, and i can't move. and i know, on some level, that what i'm seeing isn't real but it feels real. and i'm afraid. i want to close my eyes, but somehow i know that it'll be worse if i do. and i always know where to look.
so as i'm lying there, in the dark, i don't want to look over there. i know what i'll see, and i know that it always ends the same way but i'm still afraid. yet still, my eyes are pulled over towards the attic door and i watch. i don't need to blink. maybe it's because i'm not really awake, maybe my eyes are closed and imagining this or maybe i've briefly, just briefly, fallen into a different world. i don't know. i have no explanation for this. i just watch.
under my watchful and frightened eye, i watch as the door opens itself. just the merest sliver, barely exposing the yawning darkness within, just enough for something to perhaps slither out. and then it gently closes itself with the barest whispering click-thud. the room is still but i can just barely see, craning my eyes, as the small dark shape creeps along the floor towards the door. towards me.
it's dark, always dark, so dark, i don't know what it is just that it's coming towards me and i can't move. and as i stare, i suddenly jerk fully awake in a cold sweat and my room is empty and the attic door closed and the sun is just rising up over the horizon and i can hear birdsong in the distance and the panic is gone but my heart is still racing.
this happens every month and i am at a loss. is it dreams? sleep paralysis? all i know is that last night it took itself up a step. i didn't wake up when the thing came closer, i just lost sight of it. and then i felt a crushing weight on my chest and then woke up.
and then today i heard it. i was awake, sitting in the kitchen and i heard it. a soft creak, creak. as if someone was walking about in the attic.
i don't know what's happening. should i move out? call an exorcist? i always thought it was sleep paralysis but this is concrete. this is me, awake, and someone--something--in my attic and i don't know what's happening.
i have to go look. i have to see what's in there. i have to open the door and look in, have to find out. i have to.
wish me luck.
so this is loosely based off a dream i actually had last night and i, like a smart person, decided to make it more frightening instead of less. so, enjoy?
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