THE MAN AT THE EDGE OF MY BED
I’m awake, aware, but paralyzed. I can feel him- quiet, tall, hovering at the edge of my bed. I can’t move, can’t scream. All I can do is feel the weight of fear pressing down, waiting for the horror to unfold
I’m awake, aware, but paralyzed. I can feel him- quiet, tall, hovering at the edge of my bed. I can’t move, can’t scream. All I can do is feel the weight of fear pressing down, waiting for the horror to unfold