This is a 'Creepypasta' written by me. I did not proof read it. Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors.
I woke up, gasping for air. I sat up very quickly, still shocked at what I have seen.
"Oh my god! Another nightmare. This thing is making it so I can't sleep."
I looked at the clock, the time was 3:37am.
"It's still late.."
I decided to try and get a few more hours of sleep. I laid down and closed my eyes, only to be greeted by the gruesome image of the horror in my dreams.
It's twisted grin is was I saw first. A simple smile, but yet 3 razor sharp teeth stained with blood poked out.
I kept seeing the image. Very frightened but determined to sleep, I tried to look past it.
As the time passed, the image become more detailed. I seen its eyes. To black holes that looked into the depths of my soul. They had scared me to the point where I decided to give up on sleep.
I got out of bed.
I turned the light on just to light up my room. I walked into the hallway. After I flicked a final light on, I could read the clock. 3:52am.
I made my way to my living room, it was barely light up by the hallway light, but it was enough so I could walk through without bumping into something. I continued to creep through my living room.
"God dammit!" I shouted as I stubbed my toe on something.
I went to the kitchen to get some water. I got my glass, filled it up, and left to go back to my room.
Once I was in the hallway, I shut the lights off, then slowly walked towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. My bedroom lights are off.
"Hmm.. I don't remember turning them off, the bulb probably gave out. "
I could barely make out a shadow in my door way. I continued walking towards it, I was convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me. I'm tired and it is dark after all. The only light is what the moon produced. After I got closer to my room, the shadow diapered.
I took a drink of my water, set down the glass, and laid in bed.
"Trying to sleep is a foolish choice, I will just be scared by it again. But I am very tired and need the sleep....fuck it. I'm not scared."
As I rested my head in my pillow, I stared into the darkness. The image returned. The black holes staring into my soul, the 3 blood stained fangs hanging from its mouth. I could see more of the thing this time.
"Shit he's back from my nightmares. It's just in my head. What I'm seeing isn't real."
The thing stood at about 5 foot 8. Razor sharp teeth that were stained with blood, and a twisted grin scared me. He was wearing a black suit, and black shoes. The shirt of the suit was tore up a bit. It starred me in the eyes and made me wish that I would just fall asleep. Suddenly, the thing moved.
It crept closer to me. It's grin grew wider and wider, only to revel several more teeth. He starred at me. I wished for sleep to hurry up and arrive. I began to shake. The thing spoke.
"I'm baaaack."
The voice was a manly one. But not to human. It sounded like it was some type of hybrid humanoid. Such a deep masculine voice, horrifying facial features, and a black suit in bad condition. What is this thing? What is he?
He was at the foot of my bed. I was terrified. I had been so scared but then realized. I had never closed my eyes. He is right in front of me. He's back from my nightmares... Or were they even nightmares?
