'Real'

Under my bed he waits for me.

I am falling asleep, against my own better judgement, the room, spinning.

Sickness is evading me, thankfully. But my head, it tingles and jingles and spins......
My eyelids are closing, my body, inert through lack of any life left in it's muscles.
I drift off, clumsily, rasping and full of heaviness.

His hands are gripping me now, tightly around my neck.
I splutter for breath.
He is huge, he is dark, I cannot make out his face.
My feet are off the ground and I am kicking and screaming, trying to breath through the gurgling pain.
One hand is all it takes, he is strong....

Screaming now, I hear myself. It's becoming louder and louder and it's beginning to scare me - the sound of my own voice.

So low, so hoarse, like a girl possessed by demons, who are trying to rip through me to their freedom.
I am screaming and shouting, in a cold sweat.

I am living the nightmare of my sleep in my awake state.

It was, quite frankly, the most chilling experience I can remember - and it was real.

@nightdwellers