Growing up, I always had this feeling of being watched. I felt that someone is following me, measuring my every step. At night, when I used to sleep I felt someone breathing down my hair and something crawling up my legs. Whenever I was alone I could feel an eerie silence. Once I heard whispers. I was terrified of all this experience. I never confided in anyone because I was afraid they won't believe me and put me in an asylum for having hallucinations.
One night I was sleeping with my mom as I was scared to sleep in my room which was unusually very cold. When I fell asleep, I had a dream about being in a strange place. It was a foggy night and my vision was all blurred. I could see a flicker of light ahead so I went for it. Suddenly a ghastly figure came in front of me and grabbed me. It was strangling me. I couldn't breathe, I was choking.
I wanted to wake up to end this terrible dream, but I realized that I was awake... I was being strangled by a cold thing. I was shaking and trying to wake my mom. She soon got alarmed and turned the lights on.
Whatever it was left. I was very scared by the incident that I started crying, my mom being a doctor gave some medical term about my breathlessness.
I am afraid of the dark and I fear oblivion. I don't think am going mad. I just hope that whatever it is that is around me leaves.
I don't know what had happened to me that night. Since then I always used to pray.
Things are better today but I still feel like I am being watched...