3:33. I opened my eyes to the empty bed beside me in the muted light cast upon the brick floor. I felt the air change, and an unmistakable sensation boring into my back. I took a shallow breath and braced myself as I turned to look over at the window.
There it stood; some eight or nine feet tall, exceedingly broad shoulders, the expected long black hooded robes cinched about a starkly skeletal waist; the contrasting white skull of either a horse or donkey stared back at me, with a stare that was most literally felt, naturally causing every hair to stand on end.
“In the name of Jesus Christ I demand you leave.”
It simultaneously leapt forward at me, hands outstretched for my neck, and vanished the moment it’s hands reached me.
No matter how times this had happened to me before, I still often froze for a moment or had to muffle a scream; but I hated to give them the satisfaction of my showing fear. But it had been a few weeks since I’d awoken to a watcher. Usually I would say something they hated, like reciting parts of Revelation 7 or most often simply commanding in the name of Jesus Christ that it leave; which every once in a while took standing up and saying it a few times, but never failed.
As a little girl I was of course afraid of the dark, always tucking the covers around me on all sides; but I swore that I could see things moving about the room, and would hear the ringing of a bell on one of my toys put away in the dresser drawer, or other things moving around. Sometimes I would hear a voice call my name from out of the darkness. I was told and later in psychology studied that some of this was considered a normal phenomenon, but I never believed that was the case, because typically hypnagogic or other related- type hallucinations were accompanied by sleep paralysis or dissipated upon sitting up. But as I grew older the instances became much more frequent, aggressive, and vivid; until throughout my teenage years I was familiar with three demons in particular that would stand around my bed, which was in a corner. Every night I would open my eyes to find them there, and wonder how long they had been there for, or what they were doing. But each time the three would either lunge at me and disappear until they came back later that night or the next; or they would pull me out of my body and I would physically wrestle with them, but they would make a game of keeping me away from my body, which I would see lying on the bed. When the instances grew too frequent, I would often sleep with worship music or otherwise uplifting music playing; because I concluded they didn’t like that either.
I hadn’t awoken Melisa.
Oftentimes I could feel something in the room that I couldn’t see, or sometimes in various places I went, or even people. I suppose you could say they can speak to you like most any person if you knew what to listen for, but I neither sought this nor ever spoke back to them. I already knew and had been told various times that their assignment was to kill me. Which up until a few years ago made me want to stick around some more just for the sake of saying fuck you.
Oddly enough, I was afraid of the dark until the day we moved out of that house when I was 19; only some time later did I realize my instantaneous cure of it. As though some affirmation that I had not been simply hallucinating all those years, the buyers later contacted us to say that there was a voice that had been calling their names in my old bedroom, moving things around, and other such behavior. And that day I knew I wasn’t crazy. Not in that regard, that is. They followed me back and years ago however. I suppose like cockroaches; until the trash is cleaned out of the mess that has become my life and my health, It was no wonder to find them coming back again to watch. I still however wondered what it was they really did while I was sleeping. I still was a stubborn fuck and would never give up my territory though.
I went back to sleep, drifting into a world where perhaps someday color would mean something to me.