Random thoughts

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  I can see it.

  I see it in the dark... but only the dark.

  It becomes even more noticeable during a midnight storm, and when someone is at my house it stays right beside me.

  It touches me... hands run across my arms, and fingers poke my legs, and... and I can't move.

  I would get up an run away, but it watches.

  It hides in the corners of my room, and when I try to get up, and leave at night, it just... its like I can't. Not because something is physically stopping me, but because it's watching me.

  It's touching me.

  It's scratching me.

  It's long nails are scrapping my wrists leaving scars, and it's teeth rip my ear when they nibble. The teeth also shred my lip when they bite. It hurts. The nails, they just tear my skin, ripping my stomach, and slicing my thighs.

  I can't stop it...

  It watches.

  I can see it.

  It can see me, it can touch me, it can hurt me.

   It's clothes are torn to shreds, but I can only tell you that because last night, there was a bad storm...

  The creature is nicer in storms, maybe because I can see it...

  But the next night, the weather was nice, and it is mad.

  It hovered over me... blood dripping off of it, and onto me. It held me. It layed with me, grabbing me, scratching me, stabbing me. Bleeding on me.

  Another storm came, and I could see it again.

  It's just half a body, it's legs absent, replaced with a ghastly aura. Mangled, ripped black cloth covered it's torso and arms, and it even has a hood, same black fabric, same mangled ripped appearence. But, I assumed it's clothing to be that way, so during that night, it gave me more to see.

  I can see it.

  It's face.

  It's red, mangled face, dripping with blood, pitch black eyes, white lips, those being the only color from red.

  Again, the night after the storm, it became mad.

  That night, it grabbed me in weird places... and it... it made noises...

  Then it came face to face with my, I felt paralyzed, unable to do anything as it came closer and closer. It's teeth shown, and it's jaws unhinged, about to latch onto me, until my room door vanished.

  "Quit crying! I'm trying to sleep." The creature had vanished as my brother yelled at me.

  "I'm- I'm sorry." I stuttered out quietly to him.

  "Whatever." He growled and slammed the door. Just as he did, the creature appeared right in front of me, the exact way it had been before the door opened.

  It's hands pressed to my chest and I almost screamed, but my mouth was sealed shut.

  "Talk to me." It growled out.

  "I-I can't." I spoke, my voice raspy and broken.

  "You just did." It snarled and squeezed, making me whimper loudly. "Do you enjoy that?" It asked a smile visible because of glowing white lips.

  "No." I choked.

  "No?" It mocked. "No! Do you like this?" It's nails dug into my chest, it's fingers so deep I swear they went through my back. It dragged it's sharp nails down my torso, cutting me open, and dissapearing.

  I woke up the next morning to see my shirt ripped, and pink scars on my body, but no blood.

  It must've been satisfied from them, because I had trouble seeing it, but don't twist the message,

  I can see it.

  A year later, it returned... this time, it didn't touch me, and try to pleasure me in its sick way... it just kind of stabbed me. It stabbed me with knife like finger nails over, and over, and over. Every hit in the chest where it should penatrate my heart and kill me...

  But that didn't happen.

  It was satisfied after that night, the only update I could give was the four simple words:

  I can see it.

 

But... one more night, the last night it ever came, it didn't lay a single finger on me. It just got up close to my face and whispered.

  "You aren't seeing me... I'm seeing you." As it started to fade, all I could process was it's gravely, thick, low beastly voice murmer

  "I can see you"

  By far, my favorite... where are these stories coming from?