Scary Stories (2)

My Nightmare

It's a typical night for me, not much to do other than look up interesting things on the computer or play video games. It's rare that I go to sleep early anymore, let alone even feel tired before 1 AM. After a while I start to feel that all too familiar fatigue of a long day. Two jobs can really take it out of you, heh. It's 1:22 AM now and as per usual I leave my TV on with a timer. I can't really fall asleep with nothing emitting some sort of background noise. I have a pretty hyper active imagination and at times can go mad when there is only silence. You might think that darkness leads me there quicker but not really, I like the dark actually. Nowadays I'm not scared of much...other than spiders and clowns.
As I start to slip into that rest that I so deserve after a long day, hearing the low volume antics of whatever late night show is currently on adult swim, I fall asleep. After that I start to dream...oddly though, I start to dream that I'm outside the house, just staring at the door. I've no control over my actions...it's almost like I'm looking through someone else's vision. I slowly awake for no apparent reason. I didn't hear a noise or get disrupted by anything else. I look over at the TV and the the clock...1:40 AM. I really need to get some sleep, so shuffling back into bed and paying no mind to my unorthodox little dream I go to sleep.
Again my vision goes to someone, the same person perhaps. This person is now in the house. I can't control this person at all. He...she...or it starts walking up the stairs. Though this knocks me out of sleeping as I start to hear the footsteps up the stairs. That creaking which just about makes anyone's presence known. I slowly get out of bed, turning on all the lights before I proceed. Grabbing a metal vacuum extension I turn around the corner to be greeted by...nothing. No open door, no window cracked open, my cat is sound asleep downstairs. Nothing in the house looks different than last I saw it. I chuckled to myself and muttered that I must be going crazy. Got a glass of water and shrugged it off. As I walk back up to my room I still get an eerie feeling. Those visions really were shaking me up. No matter, I'll go back to sleep and wake up realizing it was my own imagination, haha...
Back in bed, it is now 2:12 AM. I extend the timer on my TV a bit more and sprawl around until I find a comfortable position. Ah yes...on my left side, two pillows under my head and one in between my knees for maximum comfort. As I start to fall asleep, I am once again brought back to that vision. Of this...thing whatever it is. But it was last seen halfway up my stairs, it's now in front my TV casting a blurry shadow onto my bed, just staring at me...I am aware I'm looking at myself and struggle to wake up. I dart up out of bed and let out a soft yell. Nothing is there again. Nothing outside, nothing in my room, no one in my closet...not even under the bed. But that wasn't the worst part, I got a sense of...fear. An extreme sense of fear, almost on the verge of tears but I hold it back. Leaving the lights on in my room, determined to shrug off this feeling.
I turn on my 360 and start playing some video games...street fighter to be exact. Maybe some online ranked matches will get my mind off of...whatever the hell that was. After a little while and me getting my ass kicked I realize it's almost 4 AM. My fatigue was getting the best of me, so I just turn off my 360, my light and my TV. Instead I put on YouTube video on my phone. Shuffling back into my bed I almost instantly fall asleep...
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I wish I stayed up.
One last time my vision is in my room. But not just in my room...in my bed, next to me...staring for what seems like forever. After moments uninterrupted gazing,hands of shadow come out from my vision and heading towards me. I'm thrashing, crying, yelling...but none of it is working. I can't wake up. WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP.