He's not Real
Staring blankly at the darkness in front, hearing the ticking of a clock
Tick-tock, Tick-tock
Panic slowly starts to rise in the shadow-engulfed surroundings
As eyes adjust, the room becomes slightly recognizable
Calming down while identifying the object in front as the bedroom wall
A sigh of relief tried to escape parted lips only to gasp in surprise
Arms, legs, head, hands, feet. Nothing
None would move
As if bounded by something or someone
The situation feels familiar, too familiar
Realization hit like ice-cold water
It's back
Panic courses rapidly through the body once more
A new presence is sensed from behind
Chills go down the spine as the presence feels closer with each ticking of the clock
Yet no movement can be produced, no words can escape desperate lips
He's not real, he's not real desperately repeated between other panicked thoughts
He's not real, he can't be real
A new dent is felt on the bed
The stare of the silent creature is burning, intimidating
Yet no movement
Scream nor tears can't be created but the feeling of them is there
The presence finally reaches forward with its long slender fingers
Feeling along the face of it's terrified victim
Suddenly, sleep takes over again and the panic disappears at once
All is well now, all is safe
All is well, until it's no
There is a familiar darkness ahead
A frustrated though passed by when no movement is produced once again
Desperate attempts to move lead to more frustration
An immense amount of terror builds up inside as each attempt fails
Then suddenly, as if by a miracle, a tingling is felt
Such small feeling, such great relief
A finger could be moved
The tingling sensation grew and soon a hand could slowly be moved
The darkness around seemed to grow smaller with each new tingling sensation
It all ended once sleep won over and day came
A new nightlight and a note was added into the bedroom
And a new routine was formed;
The nightlight on before bed
And always remember; be calm, he's not real