I Fought the Darkness and Won!

"You cannot have my soul', I screamed so loudly that I suddenly woke myself up out of my dream. Sweating, shaking and adrenaline pumping I sat up in my bed. As I looked around I realized I was alone, in my home, in my bedroom. Confused by how real my latest nightmare had been, like I was at war with the darkness, the shadow people, and I refused to surrender the only thing in this world that is truly mine, my Soul!

Over the past few months unexplainable, terrifying things had been happening every time I closed my eyes to go to sleep. I would wake up to furniture being moved, material items gone even on occasion a broken door and door frame. I couldn't explain any of it! I thought I was losing my mind. I feared what would happen when I went to sleep so I started barricading myself in my room. I had screwed shut all of my windows, and when I went to sleep I would screw shut ever door, and each night as I went to sleep I would become a prisoner in my own home.

Every morning I woke up, unscrewed the doors from the night before and went to see what was left from the night before. By this time, I had learned that I could sleep every third night, as it was impossible for me to stay up longer than that without completely losing my mind. Some way, some how I had gone from having a house full of material items; tools, jewelry, electronics, and many personal item, to only a couple things in the corner of my Livingroom. At that time I had simply placed my mattress on the Livingroom floor along with a bookshelf and a few articles of clothing and linens. I was starting to believe I was truly losing my mind; however, there was no way all of the missing items had walked out of the house buy themselves.

I remember that night I finally couldn't take it anymore and I ran from that house never again to return. Mr. Meow, my faithful cat, and I were sitting on my bed as I prepared to go to sleep that night. I kept hearing scratches coming from the outside door, as though Mr. Meow was coming in through his cat door, yet I looked beside me and there he sat sleeping. I shrugged it off (as I had a lot of strange happenings in that house) and I went to screw the outside door shut as I could finally get some sleep. Suddenly I noticed that the bottom of the door had somehow been filed, shavings still on the ground under the door. I grabbed my few things, Mr. Meow and we jumped in my G6 and ran as fast as we could.

After three hours of driving I found a rest area where I decided Mr. Meow and I would spend the night and figure out what to do in the morning. That night in my car, with my cat I think I felt safer than I had in the last year at my own house. Little did I know, the struggles weren't over yet but I finally felt a sense of safety that I cherished and clung onto.

Thinking back I do not know why I had stayed so long. All I know, is I lost my home, my business and almost EVERYONE in my life had turned on me. Having no money, nowhere to go, there's nothing I could even do about it. Especially since my words, my story, were so hard to believe that I quickly noticed that people assumed I was crazy every time I asked for help.