The Devil's Enchantress

Prologue

He lives within my dreams. At least that's what I've been thinking for the past two years. The cloaked man plagues my sleep and every time I close my eyes, he's there. There are moments when I think that he is gone, that I am safe. But as soon as I let my guard down, he is right there, watching my every move. That is, until, I wake up.

When I wake from my dreams, I realize that nothing has changed in the outside world. Same room, same town, same world. I am the only thing that has changed, the only thing that is tormented by the hooded figure. I have taken a vow never to speak of it to anyone, for fear that it would land me in a mental institution, and so far I remain true to it. Each day at school is agonizing and sometimes I feel the need to check myself into that mental hospital. Again and again I have to remind myself that I am not crazy, only taunted by memories.

My thoughts and emotions are tainted by the experiences in my dreams. Sometimes I am just going through my day and see him out of the corner of my eye, but when I look, he is gone. On occasion, I try to catch him and see who, or what, is under the cloak. Whenever I get too close, he vanishes. The only time I have actually caught him was on the anniversary of my mother's death, when the dreams haunt not only my sleep, but my sub-conscience. I ran to him and ripped the cloak from his frail-looking body. What I found was so unnerving, I told myself to just live with the dreams and never again look under the cloak. I found nothing.

There was nothing under the cloak but air. As soon as I gripped the rough fabric, it seemed that all life came out from under it. The person inside simply vanished. But that is not the part that worries me the most. What terrifies me is the possibility that the dreams will suddenly start bleeding from my mind and into the world I live in. It will no longer be the same room, the same town, and the same world. It will be tainted.

I have to keep my guard up to prevent that from happening. Mental shields have to be put up, emotional barricades to keep my sub-conscience from leaking into my daily life. The rational part of my brain tells me that I'm paranoid, that I should just keep acting like everything is fine. Nothing is more dangerous than the thoughts and fears of a person's own mind.

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