The Night Visitor

Everything was fine when I went to bed Saturday night. I spent my day working. Now I was tired. It was already a quarter past nine. As I closed my eyes, I felt a violent tremble that woke me up. The mist returned. Not any mist, a glowing mist. It felt cold. Its presence was there. I couldn’t find it.

Parts of my rooms were dark. I felt it staring back. Every dark place staring back. The mist persisted. As it moved I could see my room. Just barely. I still couldn’t move. As the mist moves slowly over me. I could feel it. Not physically but mystically. Chills ran down my spine making my body colder and colder. I tried to grab the blanket but it was nowhere to be found. Its presence was there. I still couldn’t find it.

I try to look outside. There was no light. It feels like the world just disappeared. The lamp post went cold. No light shined into my room. Everything was dark. Only the mist. There was no sound. The mist made no sounds. I only kept hearing the ringing in my ears. I kept getting colder. This time I could see my breath. Its presence was there. I could feel it grin. I still couldn’t find it.

I could barely move. I kept searching for my blanket. I felt frozen. As I kept trying, I kept losing hope. I was not going to see the light. I would be stuck in this darkness. Before I lose all hope. I gave one final push. “I found it,” I thought. It did not like that. The ever mist left. Everything was absolute darkness. Now everything was staring at me. There was no light. Its presence was there. It was not happy. I still couldn’t find it.

The blanket is in my hand but I couldn’t do anything. I was completely frozen. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move. It was not happy. I hear the windows screeching. I feel the bed rattles. Everything kept getting darker. I couldn’t see him. It kept getting closer and closer. I could barely feel him. It was judging my soul. It was judging my fear. It tried to comprehend my actions. It did not like my fear. I still could feel his presence very close. I still couldn’t find him.

It feels like an eternity. Does darkness know about time? When was this going to end? Was this eternal? Was I dead? Was this real? So many questions flooded my mind. I started to panic. This was its doing. It made me think uncontrollably. It made me panic. I couldn’t breath. Why couldn’t I breathe? Why didn’t I need to grab some air? Why can I feel its presence? Why was it so close? Why couldn’t I find him?

I tried to give up. I tried to let it take me away but all I could feel is fear, panic, and distress. My chest hurts. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t cry. There was no hope. Only the end. I felt it feeds on fear, feeds on panic, feeds on distress. Its presence was persistent. I was doomed to suffer. I still could feel his presence. I gave up on trying to find him. I gave up. Only fear.

As I suffered, I felt it. It finally touched me. When things couldn’t get worse its touch destroyed my very being. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t escape. Just as I was to become a part of eternal darkness I heard a familiar sound. There was hope after all. The sound started to make cracks in the darkness. Its presence was there, this time in a hurry. I still couldn’t find it.

I realized that the familiar sound was my alarm clock. It fought back trying to take over. It almost had me. Darkness finally started to shatter. Light slowly started to enter the room. Light was traveling extremely slow as if time was entering reality. All I could see was the light rays traveling across the room. When light almost touched it, it vanished. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t catch a glimpse. I couldn’t feel his presence. It was gone.

It was already morning.