A Fight with the Paranormal

What's wrong with me?

        I started to hear the voices, the voices of terror, that took a knife and stabbed it in me just to leave me in loneliness and darkness. In my imagination i would play in the light of the sun and scream and shout but as soon as I come back was in huge box of depression. I thought about what had happened, but it just struck me every minute and every second of my life just like lightning again and again. I had started a fight with the voices and what was in me. The voices spoke to me more than anything. This repeated every day of my life until it took in and sunk in deep to my soul. I was in a forest of desperation and sadness. Everyone saw me as this weird enclosed girl but ,they never new what had happened before. They left me in my own imagination with the voices that repeatedly confessed Come with me. People never changed the way I saw things, I could yell at the top of my lungs and NO ONE could hear me. It was like if I were encaged in a room with no end with no exit. All I had to do was believe that I could get out and escape from my nightmare.
         As I found myself underneath the shade of  that covered my room, I could suddenly hear a crack that opened the floor and climbed up to my bed. I was shivering like an earthquake. Nothing but terror and wind was left in my room. Suddenly a spark of light I saw. Someone small ,very small that came closer and close with every footstep it gave. 1-2-3 it was already so close I felt like I was drowning in my own tears. From his back he slowly pulled out a sharp and pointed knife which looked old and used but yet good to be used. I had no idea what was going on. My mind didn't know what to do between staying quiet or screaming. By that time I already was having a panic attack. I was in a time laps with what was going on and what was going to happen. By that time I looked like a waterfall never ending. I just had to take a breath and do it. I blinked and the image got closer. I tried to scream but something muted me. I didn't know if it was my nerves or the image. What was happening?  I sprinted up like an Olympic runner towards  a  light switch. I rapidly turned it to the other direction but still the room was filled with shadows and spirits that were dead. I had nothing or whom to fear. It was just me and the image in a battle between who was right
           I didn't know what was happening to me I could hear and feel them but now I could see.  I had left it at that because I had nothing else to think about. It was probably a dream I had nothing to be scared about. I was ok until the clock would string eight then it would get messy. The sweat dripped down my face faster than my eyes could blink. I knew something was going to happen I could feel it. I just had to wait for that hand to strike then what was going to happen would be a part of me.