I look at the time, 9:30pm. Moonlight seeps through the cracks of my curtains and darkness surrounds my room. I close my eyes, darkness enfolds me. Time passes slowly; it seems like no time passes at all. I wake up; at least that’s what I think I do. In my room I begin to hear voices of things sounding similar to my sister’s saying “It’s coming,” and that’s when it happens. My body begins to go into fight-or-flight mode, my heart pounds out of my chest although I don’t know what I see. What once was my room comforting room now looks like a hellish version full of unnatural things to this nature and there are things around me; they want me. I see disorientated figures and shadows dancing across my walls. They whisper things but I can’t quite make out what they say, only that I know they are dangerous. I begin to thrash around in my bed kicking, trying to keep them away, only that doesn’t work; they continue to come closer.
I get out of my bed screaming, not wanting whatever it is that is chasing me to get me or hurt me. It’s like I can’t get away from them because I run straight into something or more like someone. Whatever it is wants to hurt me. It looks almost like I know whatever it is but it looks demented. I begin to try to hit it but it grabs my arms and pushes them off it. I can’t put my thoughts together and I can’t even remember what to do. I won’t allow it to hurt me; I scream as I run away from it into my living room. It’s like I know where I am but my thoughts are incoherent. My living room doesn’t look like it is my living room. The thing that is chasing me is still right behind me and I still don’t know what to do. Shadows still move across the wall and the things are still whispering to me in a language that isn’t my own.
As I get into the living room I see someone I trust, someone who can protect me, my dad. He tells me there’s nothing to be afraid of, that nothing’s there, and as he says those soothing words every bad thing around me begins to vanish and he leads me to my bed. Now I can’t remember what I have been afraid of and my heart rate slows back to normal. As everything begins to vanish I realize that the thing chasing me was only my dad trying to console me and it had only been a night terror that I was experiencing. I get back into the comfort of my own bed as the darkness begins to enfold me again.