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Minion the Bubble Spirit




Suffocate
Legacy Name: Suffocate


The Nightmare Harvester
Owner: Burton

Age: 3 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: June 19th, 2017

Adopted: 3 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 16th, 2017

Statistics


  • Level: 169
     
  • Strength: 438
     
  • Defense: 424
     
  • Speed: 372
     
  • Health: 355
     
  • HP: 322/355
     
  • Intelligence: 118
     
  • Books Read: 112
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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Ever since I can remember,

I have been followed by a mysterious presence. Something about it tells me that it's not my friend, either.
I remember one night, I turned off the light and ran to my bed as fast as I could, leaping from the furthest possible distance from my bed. Safe on the sheets, I pulled the blanket up to my chin and laid down, with that inherent fear of the dark. My heart was racing at a mile a minute.
Attempting to calm the pulse pounding at the base of my throat, I closed my eyes and counted to 10.

"One"

It sounded like someone pushed my door open just a little bit.

"Two"

I could feel the slight warmth of the living room light cast on my face.

"Three"

A sigh. But it couldn't have been; I just heard myself breathe is all.

"Four"

A single footstep on the carpet just inside my door.

"Five"

A second footstep.

"Six"

The door creaks closed.

"Seven"

Silence.

"Eight"

More silence. I was just hearing things.

"Nine"

My heart rate was almost normal, I couldn't feel it in my throat anymore.

"Ten."

Opening my eyes, everything I believed went out the window. Monsters were real. There's one standing just inside my door. I screamed so loudly that I startled myself, threw the blanket over my head and screamed again.
My mother came running in.
"Baby, what's wrong? What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
All the while, my screaming did not subside. I couldn't control it. The man was gone but I couldn't stop screaming. My mother was checking me for injuries when my father stumbled in.
"What's going on?"
I stopped. But no words could come out. I just looked at him, dumbfounded, and cried silently.
The reassuring touches and coos of my mother were the last thing I remember before I slipped off into a deep sleep.
"She's fine. She just had a nightmare, it's not uncommon for children her age to have nightmares," my father was trying to calm my mother down.
She slept beside my bed that night, leaning against it with her arm outstretched by my head.
I awoke the following morning to a quiet conversation. Their tones were hushed, but I could hear my mother's determination.
"It's not normal, Billy. The screams. They were horrific. That's not normal." She softly brushed the hair off of my face and wiping tears from her own, she stood and walked briskly past my father.
"Don't neglect her. She needs her father to protect her."
Over the next several years, the figure would appear, first in the doorway, then eventually closer.
It wasn't until just a few weeks ago, when I awoke to him at the foot of my bed, hand on my ankle, that I began researching.
Sleep paralysis is much more common than I thought, and many people have experienced the same type as I do.
People have reported seeing dark, shadowy figures in a lucid dream-like state, unable to move, speak, scream or often times even breathe. The figures are shaped differently in most accounts, but the experience is nearly the same.
These beings, 'shadow men,' as they're much more often referred to, are documented all over the internet. The afflicted report waking to a dark, shadowy figure nearby. It usually doesn't move, instead just standing there. They proclaim the horror they experience, a horror I'm all too familiar with, and the fear of giving back in to the nagging urge to sleep, for fear that the shadow man will return.
There were several online message boards and inactive, archived threads full of testimonies from frightened people who had heard stories about what happens when the shadow men reach you.
In a panic, I began tracking these people down, one by one.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I found.
Of the seven people that I found online with stories similar to mine, two went missing, one committed suicide and four died mysteriously.
My heart in my throat, I began slowly closing all of the windows on my screen.
Just as I reached up to close my laptop, I saw a reflection in the upper right hand corner of the monitor.
The cloaked man stood there, his large frame filling almost the entire doorway. There was nothing I could do, He was right behind me. The figure grew in size, completely eclipsing the door. The lights dimmed and flickered slightly as his shadow engulfed them, as if he drained the life out of them. My heart was racing so quickly it's no doubt the figure could hear it. Just as the darkness was about to devour the last corner of light in my room, my phone rings.
The violent intrusion nearly launched me out of my seat. After a moment of attempting to mentally slow my heart rate, I glanced at my phone and immediately locked it.
"Telemarketers," I sighed quietly, chuckling to myself.
The levity didn't last long, though. My heart nearly exploded when I saw the computer screen; the tabs were still there, mocking me.
The desk shook violently in response to my slamming the laptop shut and standing nearly simultaneously, grabbing my phone and leaving my room.
My dreams are invading my life.
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