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Night Terrors

(c) By K.L. Redding June 21st. 1998

It was late in the evening, around two thirty in the morning when I decided to turn the T.V. off and get some sleep. I hadn't been sleeping well the last several nights, and had no good reason as to why that was. I had been dreaming a lot lately, the kind that were very vivid and real, only to awake and remember nothing. This night would be different.

I laid awake for a short time, but I don't think it was that long. I was sleeping good, or so I thought, when I was awaken by the small touch tone lamp coming on and off. I use this as a night light, and I thought maybe the bulb was about to burn out. So I started to get up and change it. As I was sitting up, I glanced over the bed at the floor. There I saw a small shadow. It looked like a baby sitting there. Except this baby had wings. The shadow also appeared to be darker then a normal shadow.

This scared me in a deep way. I quickly laid back down hoping it had not seen me like I had seen it. I closed my eyes, hoping it would think I was still asleep. Unable to just lay there not knowing where it was or what it was doing I half opened my eyes to glance around. Again the light was out, and I was unable to see.

I opened my eyes all the way trying to tell what was going on. That's when I realized the night light was not going on and off, but something seemed to be standing in front of it. It was like a huge shadow that went from ceiling to the floor. It was standing directly in front of the lamp. It was so black, that the light was totally blocked out.

At this point I became terrified, and was unable to move. I could feel the small baby with wings still sitting beside the bed. I wanted to scream, and I felt myself trying to do this, but nothing came out.

My husband laid asleep beside me in the bed unaware of what was going. That something was in the room with us. I tried to call his name, to wake him up. My lips felt numb, and nothing would form on
them. I found myself kicking him under the covers, it was more like small taps. This lead him to move across the bed. He never woke up. I again tried to scream his name, and I heard a high pitched squeak come out of my throat.

To my happiness, I thought it had gotten my husbands attention and he was awake. I
could feel two hands cover mine and pull me close to something. I turned my face away
from the black shadow that ate the light, and looked towards my husband. He was still
asleep with his back turned to me. It was not him holding me in place. New terror filled my soul. I knew I was about to die, and my husband was going to lay beside me asleep while it happened.

I fought weakly against the thing that held me in place and tried to free myself. In my struggle I was moving my head around quiet a bit, as I turned it to the right I saw the baby again. The shadow baby was climbing up the side of the bed. using the covers like I rope to pull itself up. Its wings were spread wide open as if to balance itself. I felt like I was being held down to feed a baby of death. Like I knew it was going to drink my very soul.

Closing my eyes tightly, I felt the tears run down my face. My mind screamed for my
husband to wake up. I found myself still struggling to get away, and I landed a lucky blow to my husband. He sat up in bed growling "what" at me.

Then I sat straight up in bed. My husband lay sound asleep beside me. The night light
was fine, and showing as brightly as it always had. There was nothing in the room that didn't belong. I was still shaking all over, and scared to move from the bed. So I sat there for a few moments while I made sure reality stay in the room. After a minute or so, I went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for a drink.

I stood in the kitchen for several minutes before I felt I could sleep again. Walking
quietly down the hall to my bedroom,I listened to every possible sound in the house, try to convince myself it was only a nightmare, and everything in the house was normal.

Making to the bedroom, I opened it carefully, as to not wake my husband a second time, and slipped in side. Then I moved to get into bed, sitting on my side of the bed I took one last look around the bedroom. All was fine. I got under the covers and laid down, I was almost ready to laugh at myself, when the touch tone light began to flicker again.

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