Can you handle this?

Sleep, my child.

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I woke up at 4:30 in the morning, sweat dripping from my face, screaming in terror. I've always had trouble sleeping since I was a little child, and my mother would always comfort me through my restless nights cursed by nightmares of goblins and devils, which I just could not get rid of with any "methods" I found on the internet...

As I grew older I learned to control the dreams, and deal with them, but this night it was different, I couldn't stop it. This wasn't just a nightmare, this was something not even the devil himself could imagine, It was all too vivid, and it seemed real, though I knew it wasn't.

As I closed my eyes and started to fall asleep, my muscles slowly started losing energy then all of a sudden I couldn't move, though nothing was holding me down, as if I was paralyzed; but I still felt awake. I opened my eyes and I was in a factory, white tile walls with blood on them- a meat factory. Huge slabs of meat hanging from hooks, dangling left and right, moving all around, in a paralyzing trance motion that would put anyone to sleep. The air was frigid cold, and I could see my breath as I shivered.

I couldn't move my head, but as I looked to my left and noticed a trolley, filled with all sorts of cleavers and knives and other sorts of tools, to my right was a clock, spinning at an ungodly speed, and then suddenly stopping on 7:06 with a loud bang, this startled me and I stared at the clock for minutes, but it would no longer move. As I looked back I noticed it, people hanging on hooks, not people, but human skins, some with missing eyes, some with mouths and eyes sewn shut, hundreds of people, all gruesome looking. The trolley was now filled with all sorts of torture tools, all with fresh blood on it...

There in the middle of the room, I noticed a particular skin, one that was familiar but I couldn't put a finger on it. I looked closer and in my disbelief, it was my mother's, eyes cut out, cuts and bruises all over her, I watched in disbelief, I wanted to look away, but now my eyes were frozen too. I felt it, a hot stench filled breath crawled down my neck causing shivers, as whatever it was cackled manically. Devilishly. Evily... I woke up, sweat all over my face, goosebumps on my body.

I let out a shriek as my mother ran upstairs to my bedroom to comfort me. I was embarrassed as a 15 year old boy shouldn't need their mom's comfort to sleep, but I couldn't help it, the dream seemed too real.

My mom lay next to me singing me a song that always seemed to calm me down in the past, a little rhyme she was told by her grandpa. She seemed to be with me for hours, even though it was really only minutes but something was odd, her eyes didn't look right, there was just something off about them though I couldn't exactly tell what, so I chalked it up to the low visibility, and my tired and shaken state and didn't think much of it.

She stayed with me until I was ready to go back to sleep, finally feeling better I gave her a kiss goodnight and allowed her to leave. As she got to the door she said in a low devilish voice

"Go to sleep my sweet child, it's what your mother would have wanted"

And then I noticed it, horrible stitches running down her back... the thing was wearing mother's skin, and an evil cackling echoed in the room as "She" turned around to face me with pitch black eyes and a smile stretching ear to ear, and once again I was paralyzed motionless...