The dreams are so vivid I can't tell I'm asleep until...until it starts touching me. Sliding it's long hands up my thighs, squeezing the meat there. Gently brushing across my belly and cupping my breasts. Oh yes, it can be gentle. It...plays with me. I never know when the pain will come, or the pleasure. The pleasure is the worst. The shame I feel, it's indescribeble. How can my body betray me that way? It taunts me in that deep, inhuman voice. It tells me, as it thrusts it's pelvis against mine, how I will die. How it will end me. This thing is very imaginative and I can't help but wonder how many times it has done this before. Every night it comes up with a new, inventive way to murder me and whispers it in my ear as it rapes me. I'm afraid it's changing me. Possessing me in every sense of the word.
The day brings no relief. I constantly hear footsteps coming closer, but when I whip my head around to face what may come there is never anything there. The shadows move in strange ways. When I look at a mirror my reflection is...odd. The way it seems to take a moment before doing what I do, the slight smirk on my face even though I know I'm not smiling.
Animals won't come near me now, they shy away like I might hurt them if I even glance their way. They can feel it there, like I can, watching. I don't know what it's waiting for...but the animals don't want to be there when the waiting is over. I don't either.
I've thought about suicide, I can't seem to stop thinking about it these days but I haven't been able to take that final step.
I...I can feel it's hand on my shoulder. Oh, god...It's so cold. Someone help me.