LOSING SANITY

In my dream, I felt someone watching me . . .

I had just gotten up from a five hour sleep. I had fallen asleep while reading. When I woke up, I looked at the clock, then turned the light back off. I still had three more hours of sleep coming. It was barely getting light. It was seven A.M. When I turned off the light, I looked out the window first. I then sat on the couch to go back to sleep, but...

What was that?

Something caught my eye to the right. Through the window....

What was that? There was a face, but now it's...gone. Someone had been staring at me from outside the window.

Who would do that? But there it is again! Oh my God.....

The face disappeared once more, but not before I got a good look at it. It was a horrible face. It was horribly disfigured and grotesquely out of proportion. I was thinking maybe it was a Halloween mask. It had to be!

A knock! Three knocks in a row rang out in the dead silence.

Someone is knocking on my front door.

I was scared, but I thought about not opening the door.

Yes. That's what I'll do. Wait! Is the door locked?

I looked, then my heart jumped as I saw that it was not locked. Fear. You must do what you do not think you can do.

I hurriedly, but silently, crept over to the front door. As soon as I reached it, three more knocks made me jump. I quickly turned the latch.

The door is now locked.

This still didn't seem to reduce the fear in me. The door knob turned, then whoever was on the other side pushed against the bolt lock of the door. The door rattled and rattled.

I ran back to the middle of my living room, wondering what to do. The knocking and rattling stopped, and I stood still for a minute.

Oh no! I suddenly sprinted as fast as I could to the back door, which was in the kitchen. I reached the back door, but stopped as I saw the man, or whatever it was...

No, he wasn't in the house, he was on my back porch, walking towards the door. I had windows in the back. He reached the door first. My eyes gaped open in terror. But - the back door did not open. It just rattled. A tremendous relief came over me. The back door was already locked.

I looked at the thing's face, and a thing it was. I don't think it was human. Two, wet, puffy orbs protruded awkwardly as eyes, and the left part of its face was on the top of its head, with a mouth full of deformed teeth. The sight made me feel nauseous.

I almost turned to run, but I thought first. I was in the kitchen, so I knew I could get a knife easily. The drawer that had the knives was right next to the back door, so I hesitated. That...thing was right there at the back door. I waited too long it seemed. First the front door, now the back door. There was a window over the drawer with the knives in it.

Something inside me pushed my body forward, but I was still cautious as hell. I opened the knife drawer as I faced the window. The thing walked to the other side from the outside and faced me. I fumbled through the drawer's contents, not looking up. Then I heard a sound that made me freeze in terror.

Breaking glass.

The thing thrust its fist of deformed fingers at me. I dodged the claw-like digits, to my own amazement. At that instant, my hand felt and grasped around the handle of a good-sized butcher knife. I swung upward and the knife jabbed in and through the thing's wrist. It screamed a haunting scream, as one might think a banshee sounds like. I held onto the knife, then pulled it out and stabbed the arm. The knife came out and instead of red blood, the blade was covered with a blue powder. The thing pulled its injured arm outside then held it, and as I ran towards the other part of the house, I heard the sound of breaking glass again.

What should I do? I hesitated, which made me angry, because I had to do something now! I stared at the knife, then heard the sound of cracking wood.

The back door! It is coming through the back door!

This meant that I had to go out the front door, the one I had locked previously. Stopping to grasp my jacket, which was on the floor, was a mistake. I hit my head hard on the corner of the coffee table. I was in too much of a hurry. I winced painfully, rubbing the top of my head with my hand, but I could still think rationally. I hesitated in a daze for only a second, then continued towards the front door. The back door was being torn apart, according to the sounds I heard coming from the kitchen.

I reached the front door and pulled and turned the doorknob at the same time. It wouldn't open. I was too frantic about thinking it to be locked. Suddenly, a crash and a shatter was heard that made me jump. The unbearable pain on my head seemed to have slipped my mind, that sensation overcome by fear. All I can remember at that time was the sound of someone, or something walking across the living room towards me. That was when I thought about unlocking the door. I did, turned the doorknob...

...but it was too late. The door shut as the thing slammed it shut with one hand and clasped its other hand around my neck. I was frantic and scared beyond belief, especially when I saw it's face up close. The knife in my right hand stabbed for several times before the thing fell to the floor.

Blue powder was scattered onto the floor, and flowed with an uncertain rhythm and pattern.

THE END

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