Guys.
This is horrible
Like, HORRIBLE.

...*deep breath* *sigh*

I've been having these nightmares.
Horrible...gory nightmares. All of which end with me ending up alone--terrible.
This went on for months, and I didn't tell anyone. No one. Kept it all bottled up.
Finally, last night, I had this nightmare that capped it off.

In the dream, I was in my room (my bed lays parallel to the wall, and my sister's is vertical to mine. To the right of her bed is the window, and it is always blinded shut), laying in my bed, facing the wall on my side. My sister isn't here, and the door's closed. I roll over, and open my eyes and see that the window is open (I knew here that I was having a nightmare, and got scared). I close my eyes, thinking it will all end quickly, and when I open them again, in hope that I'd wake up, I saw IT.

A HUGE, ABYSSAL BLACK "THING". It was LOOMING over me. And suddenly, it's eyes slid open, GRAY, AGED, and BLOODSHOT.

It stared at me, and I stared back, and I couldn't move. Then, I woke up.

When I did, my heart was pounding in my ears and I couldn't muster up the courage to come out from under the blankets.
Finally, when I found the courage to, I sat up, and called for my sister. She replied sleepily, and I lunged for the light.
I was in tears by now, in a hysteric frenzy.
She turned off the light, and I went to the bathroom. I told my mother (who was up from a nightmare as well) everything.
And then, I started seeing things.

The things from my NIGHTMARES were FOLLOWING  ME.

I was up from 3:00 AM to 7:00 AM, crying to my mother.

It followed me to SCHOOL.

I was breaking down, crying, and everyone thought I was insane. When I told a teacher about it, she sent me to the counselor, but I swear I could hear her say "schizophrenic".

My mom made an appointment with a therapist, luckily.

I'm scared guys.

I've never been so scared in my life.