March 15, 2003
What is everyone’s obsession with Vampires and Werewolves these days? I don’t believe in fairytales. I believe in what I can see, and what I see is the shadow upon me; choking the very life out of me. Its presence is unwelcome and I fear one day it will kill me. Some call it a hallucination or a night terror, but I know differently.
I remember the first time it came to me. I was still young enough to believe that Freddy really could be in my dreams. I woke up only to realize that I couldn’t move…my entire body was paralyzed. Though I couldn’t move my head to look, I knew there was something evil at the foot of my bed. My breathing got heavier as I moved my eyes to look, but alas, nothing was there. Something had to be there…I could sense it. Just then my legs began pressing into my chest. It wasn’t a movement initiated by myself but by “it”. I struggled to push my legs back down, but the force of it was too strong. Finally, I was able to thrust my legs downward, and with that movement it disappeared and I had full use of my body again; however, the fear still remained. I got up and went to my mother’s room. She assumed that I had a bad dream. If only we knew then that it was the first of many nights I would need to sleep with her.