3:43 AM
He's there again, I know he is, I can hear him, breathing harshly. It was so quiet, I could hear his eye lids bat. I looked outside, I saw him.
Starring right into my eyes, I feel like crying every time, although I know it'll happen multiple times after, night after night. I just don't know how I know
he's there, every time, wake up at exactly 3:43AM, and sense his presents, subliminally reminding me he's there. I'll look outside for a few minutes, and he's there. Looking at me, emotionless. But I can't make out detail. I can just see this figure, terrifyingly starring at me, his eyes are a focusing abyss. The concept of this figure continues to scare me. Why is he here?... but anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
This all began two months and a week ago. I was laying in bed, couldn't sleep, it had gone 2 AM. I decided to jump out of bed, start doing little activities such as finding new music etc. I got back into bed for around half 3 in the morning, Something didn't feel right, It wasn't that I was being watched, but monitored, like my behavior was being observed.
I tossed and turned in bed for approximately 10 minutes, I looked at the time, 3:40 AM, time went by slowly, I thought about how light it would be outside, the clock struck 3:43 AM... so I got out of bed and looked outside, nothing abnormal struck me at first, then at the corner of me eye was this figure. My body froze, I screamed, no one was in my house, I instantly drew the curtains, turned on the light. I was shook, didn't know what to do, I just freaked, cried, gathered my remaining sane thought. Eventually I built up the courage to look again, he was gone, nothing there, like he was never there...
This was recurring, night after night, he was there, I became used to this being, but it angered me, I didn't know what to do about it, but needed to do something about it, I couldn't just rest here knowing he was out there, watching my general activity. Frustration got the best of me, It was 2:48AM, just 55 more minutes until he's there, until I can rest. This sickened me, I was being manipulated into not sleeping until a set time, "fuck him" I said to myself.
It was 3:30AM. I decided to go outside, in that spot where he appears. I was having none of it, 99 dialed on the phone just in case, hidden knife, pepper spray, and a hoodie. I waited, and waited, still no one was there. The anticipation was killing me. I looked at the time, which was 3:40AM... I was scared, I thought not to show fear, fuck that, show nothing, emotionless.
My bedroom light turned on, I was confused. The curtains were opened and there it was... starring back at me was myself, looking me dead in the eye. Confusion and fear filled my insides. Shivers ran thoroughly through my body, I turned to stone. Mentally paralyzed by confusion and paranoia, I realized where I was, outside at 3:43AM, I looked at myself, then the curtains drew. I don't remember much after that, I just remember waking up in my bed that morning.
"It was a dream, a fucked up dream" I turned over, looked next to me to see the knife and the pepper spray, what happened?
Credited to James 86.4
Originally uploaded on September 8, 2012
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