Bad dreams

Sorry about that. I woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream, and for some reason my first instinct was to go write an update on my blog.

It was a really bad dream, by the way.

I dreamed that the stranger and the dark shape were both watching me, and both of them were advancing towards me slowly. The closer they got, the more clearly I could see how monstrous and inhuman they were. They tore me limb from limb.

I'm moving back home. I can't take being in this dorm anymore. It's too much. I can't deal with this stalker.

I won't tell Mom and Dad why I'm coming back. I don't want to explain all of this to them. I'll just say I miss them.

Night whispers

I keep having these dreams make it stop make it stop make it stop

The shape

I've never mentioned this before, but sometimes, when I wake up from one of those dreams about the whispers, I see a dark shape at the foot of my bed.

It's hard to make out any details. Something tells me I wouldn't like what I saw if I could.