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Written By overnightryan

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I used to only see it in my dreams.

When I wake up, my heart is racing and the hairs on my arms stand up.

In my dreams, I am in a house, not one that I recognize though.

There are usually others with me, but I don't recognize their faces.

Most dreams are like that I guess.

This creature I see always comes from the basement.

Probably likes to dwell in the darkness like most monsters do.

Its face is more like a mask, with black sunken eyes almost missing them entirely.

It is surrounded by a black smoke or you could say a darkness.

It reaches out with this darkness to grab onto and adhere itself to the walls and ceiling.

It tends to stick to the corners of the room, almost how a mouse does as one skitters across a room.

It can move very quick.

It will be at the bottom of the stairs, next thing I know its at the top staring at me.

There is this feeling of uneasiness and dread when it does this.

This is usually the part where I wake up.

Its seems to never be able to cross the threshold of the basement to chase me.

Maybe because of the light?

It never hurts me in these dreams, but seems to get closer every time I do dream about it.

Today when I woke up, I had the urge to look into my closet.

I swore I could see its shadowy outline sink into the back of my closet.

Im sure it was my mind playing tricks on me.

But what if every time I dream of it, I pull it further into reality?

Possibly dreaming it into existence.

At least I know it won't be able to pass the threshold.

Or can it?

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