Clinically Confused

So as you all probably noticed, I took a break yesterday. I really did this to take a rest and think about what I witnessed a couple nights ago. What I've realized is that, there's no way what I saw that night really happened. Well, I did think that. That is, until I saw that thing again.

I was doing my usual nightly stroll to try and find good prey when I saw him off in the distance. He was still wearing his mask and his suit. I thought he must've been on stilts, because he looked much taller than last time I saw him.I kept walking toward him, mustering all the courage I had. I still couldn't tell you why I felt such dread at this point, but it got more difficult to proceed the closer I got. I finally was standing right in front of him. He tilted his head down to look at me. It was a very good mask. Time to see who this fucker was. I reached to grab it but he was too tall. I was able to grab it if I jumped, but I was immediately blasted back into the ground. At least I think I was.

I woke up about half an hour later laying on the ground. He was still standing there and I freaked out. I scrambled to my feet and ran like hell trying to get back to my house. I looked back and found him nowhere to be seen. I slowed down a bit. Caught my breath. When I looked up he was right there and I blacked out.

I woke up again, in my bed, in my pajamas. It was almost like someone or something was trying to convince me this was a dream. One vivid fucking dream, especially considering that fact that my back still hurt like shit. I got up out of bed and went to look in the mirror to find myself looking surprisingly normal. Perfectly combed hair, no teeth gone, no cuts or scrapes, no...wait. No teeth gone?

I that point I violently sat up in bed and punched myself in the shoulder. I felt it for sure and my back still hurt like shit. I felt around in my mouth and sure enough, some teeth were missing, just like they should be. I sat in bed for a bit and thought about what happened. I thought about my current situation. That thing is real. That thing is not human. That thing seems like it wants to hurt me. Suicide crossed my mind once or twice, but that's not uncommon.

By the way, I had that same dream again. The one with the bodies. My new victims had been added to the pile and the silhouette was no longer a silhouette. When I looked down it was no longer some random man burnt in a bathtub. It was me. Smiling.

DT