I’m not sure if it’s all in my head but it’s been hours since I felt that heavy feeling settle on my chest. It’s 6:20 in the morning as I write this, I haven’t slept at all yet, I’m too scared to. My eyes keep going to the door to my room, open a little less than a foot. I know that I was the one to close it that far but I feel as if each time I look away to type it opens a little more, someone else adding to that gap when I’m not paying attention. The rest of my room feels warped now somehow, the familiar setting twisted in the dim light from my phone torch. It doesn’t make me feel any better knowing that soon my phone battery will die, and before you say “oh just plug it in” trust me I would if I had the courage to reach my hand down the side of my bed to grab the charger. I would do that, but I believe whatever is opening the door is also under the bed, or at least the two are similar.

6:30, Light Is slowly creeping in through the half open blind next to my bed, soon I will be free to rest, sleep in the light if day, safe from what is in the darkness. But till it is lighter I will continue, not trusting my common sense over this dreadful gut feeling.

6:40, I hear an alarm going off, continuing for a while now. My mother, she is still asleep in the other room, unaware to my fears at the moment.

6:50, Maybe this fear is irrational, or maybe it comes from experience, who knows. All I can say is the door is much more open now and the alarm is still ringing.