Alex

I even yelped in pain, but I managed to get back to bed no sooner than I needed to.

I closed my eyes before realizing I didn't throw the covers over me, but the bathroom door was already creaking open and the air immediately went cold.

Whatever came out had extremely light footsteps.

Sort of sounded like a small dog wandering around, but at the same time, it was quite obvious the thing would tower over me if I ever dared to stand beside it.

I know this because whatever it was approached my bedside, and it loomed over me close enough to feel a great amount of body heat.

Never made a sound.

Couldn't hear it breathe, and it never said a word, but I could feel the intensity of its gaze.

My ankle was throbbing, and I bit my lip so hard it drew blood.

I don't know how long it was there, but I know I wasn't very quiet.

I couldn't help but let out a few whimpers in both pain and fear.

I'm still shaking from the experience, but I don't think it seemed to care, so long as I kept my eyes closed.

It left at some point, but even after hearing the door close, I couldn't shake off the feeling of it staring me down.

I never felt so small and helpless in my life, and unfortunately, and still balled up in a fetal position on the bed, just how it left me.

Guys, I don't know what to do.

Again, some of you might not understand this, and it might sound silly, but I always believed that God is with you no matter what situation you're in.

I don't feel that now.

I feel completely and utterly alone.

Has everything been a lie?

Have I been following someone who never existed to begin with?

Why would he ever put me through something like this?