I Won

The force pushed me hard, as I fell rapidly, my breath left my body. I only had gravity on my side, but at this point I knew it was against me. I never started screaming as I began descending faster and faster as the seconds go by. I only watch the sky above me, and the cliff I fell from. There is a man watching me as I watched him. He was smiling, for he knew the outcome of my fall. As I fell, his smile grew bigger almost inhumanly while I plummeted to the Earth. His eyes got wider and bulged out of his sockets, his mind ran wild with the excitement of my death. All I could even think during the moment was,”Would I survive? Will it hurt when I made impact? How could I stop this nightmare?”

I awoke in a powerful sweat. It felt as if I ran a marathon in my sleep. I swear the dream I had was real; the wind rushing past my ears, and into my hair had to real. It just had to. I questioned myself, “What is happening?”

The next few days I avoided hills, cliffs, crayons, or any sort of tall rocky surface. My anxiety ran wild, and I couldn’t let my dream become a reality. When I came home that night, I checked every lock, every opening for and window, and set my alarm system. Even knowing about all the safety procedures within my home, I still didn’t feel safe. I didn’t want to go back to sleep, but eventually the grasps of drowsiness took hold of me.

I had the same dream that night, but something was different. This time I couldn’t hear, but I could tell that the man atop the cliff was laughing at me. He laughed hard and without stopping, spit flew from his mouth, and it scared me more. Thankfully I woke up before I hit the ground again, but this awful pain was coming from my ears. An intense ringing shook my eardrums. I got up quickly, I checked the windows, doors, locks, and my alarm. Everything was just the same as I left it the night before. I still felt unsafe, as if someone or thing was watching me. I couldn’t take another moment in that house. I packed as fast I could and left to stay with a friend.

When I arrived, my friend had to leave for work, so I was left alone and that feeling of being watched came back. The sense of another thing there was so strong, it made me fear everything I did.

The dream never went away, every night, the same routine. Check the doors, windows, blah blah blah. The same dream with the exception of one thing different than the last. This time, I couldn’t feel anything, no wind, no heat, no cold. I woke up to a sleep paralysis. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak. I felt someone, no something touch me at the foot of my bed. As soon as I regained my feeling, I searched and searched for someone in my house. When I couldn’t find anything, that’s when I though it was time to call an exorcist.

The exorcist told me that there was definitely something there, but not to worry. He said it was “harmless.”

Some nights I would find random scratches one my body, I knew I was in trouble. I kept myself awake for three nights, not closing my eyes for a second. I was too scared to sleep and face “him” again. I’ve been to doctors, shrinks, and therapy. Nothing helps. The next time I slept, I tried to communicate with the demon, but my voice was gone. It was like it was taunting me, making jokes of my pain. Proving to me that he was in control and I no longer was. He wanted me scared, and he knew how to do so because he knew my every move. There wasn’t a way out of this spiraling madness. That morning, I woke up to the words “You’re close” craved into my skin. That was it. I decided that I was going to get rid of it for good. He wants to torture me? What if I’m not here then, he can’t do anything then. I went out to gather my supplies: Arsenic and water. I put the two together and downed the dooming drink as fast as I could. When I opens my eyes, there he was, staring into my eyes. He smiled and said in a terrifying, deep voice, “I won.”

THE END