A friend

Ten days ago was when it started… Well that’s not entirely true. My story starts when I was a small boy, I don’t remember the exact date or most of the things that had happened for this to occur, but there is one memory i remember as clear as day. We had just moved from Dallas, Texas to Minnesota, it was the first night in our new home, and my parents had tucked me into my bed when i had this tugging feeling in the back of my head that something else was with me. Of course being four or five, and having spent so much time traveling with no sleep I just tried my best to ignore it and go to sleep. But in the middle of the night i woke up. I was in my room, but…I wasn’t. All the walls in my room were replaced with pitch black nothingness. It was dark but there was a strange hint of light, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I got out of my bed, and tried my best to see what was in the distance of this darkness but to no avail. Being a five year old the only thing i could think of was to cry for my mom. Ten minutes had passed when i was all cried out. To my surprise there was a voice deep and strong, but also in a way sincere and kind that slowly spoke “Are you done yet?”. I looked into the dark and focused my eyes to see two solid bright white eyes staring at me, and slowly said “Y..Yes. Who are you?”. A smile slowly curved out of the darkness underneath the glowing eyes barely even able to seen, and the being spoke “A friend. Now wake up”.

I jumped up from my bed to see my walls, and room again. I still felt something in my gut that something wasn’t right, but this time it was different it was a sense of fear. I told my mother about my  strange dream, but she told me that I had an overactive imagination. For the past two weeks my dreams remained normal, but every time I would dream I would always see the smile of the being I had encountered. Slowly it began to fade out. I am now twenty five and have a house of my own. The dreams were gone and I was living happily by myself… until I had revisited my old house. My parents had died in a car accident and me and my other family members were to go in and collect things that we might want. I was reluctant to go but my older brother convinced me to come and help him move out some heavier stuff. Me and my brother had finally moved and old couch into his truck that he’d wanted, and I was just walking into the house again when I heard some chuckles coming from my room, I walked in expecting to see my brother,  but before I walked in I had that feeling again. That I was in danger. That whatever was in that room wasn’t my brother, and that whatever was in there might hurt me.

I slowly walked in. I grabbed the closest thing next to me and held it in front of me. It was a hammer and, I don’t know why it was there but it would be of use. I walked in and examined everything inside… Nothing, nothing just like in my dream the walls were gone everything was gone except for the bed and the floor. The door shut behind me, I made a quick grasp for the door, but it was already shut and locked. In the darkness I spotted the same smile that has haunted me from this day. “Back so soon Tate?” it said. “Who are you I yelled, What are you!?” I yelled. “Just like I said a long time ago…a friend” that word made me cringe, I had only spoken to it once and now we were “friends”. “Leave me alone!” I yelled. Then it came out from the darkness with skin black as the walls that we were now surrounded with, with scales like that of a snakes, and two antennae sprouting out of its head like snake tails. “I don’t think I can…” and that’s when it flew back into the darkness. The room reappeared I ran outside, and back to my house. He visits me in my dreams now. Telling me of how he’s been in my head influencing me to do everything I have done wrong. I thought about it, and realize the feeling never left. It stayed with me throughout the years telling me, almost forcing me what to do. Two days ago I visited my aunt who’s in a nursing home down the street from where I live. We were talking and I had the sudden urge to just kill everyone in the building.

I isolated myself. I stayed in my house, he still visited me but instead of being in the blackness that was his home, he was in mine. When I would walk down the hall to my room he would be standing halfway in the hall and half in my room, not saying a word. I had a vision of him following closely behind me, when he raised his hand I did, this chilled me to the bone. Last night I awoke and he was standing at the foot of my bed silent. I don’t know how or why but I fell back asleep. Today I feel nothing, no pain, no sight, or hearing, nothing. I know that now he has control I don’t know what to I have a feeling this is the last thing I do.