The man at the end of the bed
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100masks
100masksI write Horror with the occasional Fic
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I warn you now that what you are about to read is not a fictional tale to scare you... It is a reminder not to let your mind wander. I was 19 at the time. I was avid into horror movies, to the point where nothing seemed to phase me. I suppose i had acquired the taste for that genre since my parents split.

The man at the end of the bed

I warn you now that what you are about to read is not a fictional tale to scare you... It is a reminder not to let your mind wander.

I was 19 at the time. I was avid into horror movies, to the point where nothing seemed to phase me. I suppose i had acquired the taste for that genre since my parents split.

On weekends i stayed with my father, and my new sister, who was only 1. When i first started staying with him, i was placed in a room directly across from my sister Rose.

My father stayed in a room next to hers, however being a sound sleeper, he was unphased by her crying.

As time passed i began staying up all night watching horror movies on netflix as well as researching night terrors for a school project. I began to feel nervous at night.

Deciding it was time to give horror flicks a break i finally started sleeping. Thats when the nightmares began.

It started with a family related nightmare. My mother had attacked my dad and killed him with an axe causing me to flee in terror.

I awoke from the dream covered in sweat, not knowing the dream was symbolizing a descent to madness.

I tried staying up all night. My mind would play tricks on me, turning shadows and lights into sinister figures in my fathers hallway.

Deciding nightmares were better than paranoia, i was about to sleep when my sister began crying. As i got up to check, i heard my father inside her room comforting her.

"Shhh, its all ok" This continued for a few nights but i was glad he was finally getting up at night.

The terrifying revelation came to me a few days later that as i fell asleep that night, i was lulled to sleep by my fathers rhythmic snoring.

I began laying awake again watching movies at night, hoping that voice would come back so i could protect my sister. Instead, it seemed to have vanished, perhaps realizing it was discovered.

I didnt realize how wrong i was. Two weeks after the initial voice was heard i saw him. I had just finished a horror movie based on sleep paralysis.

And at about 1 30 am I awoke unable to breath. A hand was on my throat, and i was unable to move. My vision began to blur and as it did a faint silhouette of a man was at the end of my bed.

I managed to let out a scream as i heard him say "Shhh. Its all ok. "

My dad, hearing the scream awoke and rushed into the room. Seeing me choking, he removed what turned out to be my own immobile arm from my throat.

I told him what i saw and heard over the last week or so. He claimed it was sleep deprivation. But i believe it was something evil. Spawned from my own fears that I no longer felt.

I had long forgotten about that incident. My sister is now four. I only confirmed this happened when i was showing her baby photos and she asked who dads friend was that stayed with us.

Confused i told her that was his girlfriend, Roses mother. To which she replied, "I meant the man who calmed me down at night! The one who stayed in your room for a week. "

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