It

I wake up, eyes adjusting to the darkness

I see it there standing in the corner

Its black 15 foot tall body hunched against the wall

Then it gets closer, arms dragging against the floor

Until it's right next to my bed

It lifts its long arm off the floor and onto my hand

Its long fingers glide up my arm towards my face 

Its fingers leaving goosebumps as it touches my face

Its hand makes its way off my face and onto my throat

I feel its lengthy fingers wrap around my throat 

It's there choking me, my body laying lifeless against the bed

I can feel its hand there, my body deflating as its running out of air

I look at its face black and lifeless with only a big, sharp smile 

I awake in tears and a big gasp of air 

I look in the mirror and see a black ring that goes around my throat

I see a trail of black lines on my arm

It does exist.