Connor

Like was how it felt.

Like it was blasting down the hallway in my dream.

It was hard for me to say that one was in my head.

I don't think I could have even imagined that.

That was more terrifying than like the scariest thing I could have imagined.

The way it looked and the way it had, like just the feeling and dread and the dream of it getting me.

So while it was getting more aggressive with the nightmares and stuff, it was also being more aggressive when it was talking to me at night.

Talking at me, I guess, not to me.

But what was happening too with that that was really freaking me out and making me feel like it was in my head was like she was reading my mind.

When I would put words or thoughts at the forefront of my mind, she would comment on them.

Like the voice would comment on them, which again made me think this must be my, this is coming from me.

Like there's no way this is something exterior.

So she would comment on my thoughts that I was having and any insecurities I was having, she would like lean into those.

It was hard because I wasn't like in keeping with it.

on purpose ever.

Like I was literally like, no, I'm trying to sleep and just sleep and like pretend I'm asleep.

But like it would call me out for pretending to be asleep.

It's like, I know you're not sleeping.

And then it would keep talking.

In one instance, it seemed possessive over me, I guess.