I was shaking.
I was petrified.
I couldn’t sleep.
Couple of hours later, I heard a faint voice saying the word “please”. I don’t believe, nor I want to believe what I’m hearing. I couldn’t be the only one hearing this. I wonder if my roommate was sleep-talking. Could it be her?
I’m not crazy.
Am I really hearing that voice?
I glanced at my roommate not a word came out of her mouth; she’s dead asleep. I tried to sleep; ignoring that voice by shutting my eyes as tight as I could. The voice gradually got louder and deeper turning into a menacing tone. A couple seconds later, it got worse. The voice started repeating itself four times, “please, please, PLEASE!, PLEASE!!!”. This time it added this gurgling sound to it. I stood still, shocked with fear, baffled, and speechless. I didn’t know what to do and I was too afraid to get out of the bed to get the pepper spray in the dark bathroom counter. It repetitively yelled the word relentlessly, louder and louder each time, “PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE…etc.”, I couldn’t withstand the loudness also my ears started to pound and ring at the same time. Also my head was pounding along with it and I hoped the voice departs so I could sleep in peace. I took another glance at my roommate, this time, screaming for dear life, trying to get her attention but my scream became inaudible. I am in no state of tranquility; becoming agitated, annoyed, uncomfortable, and other uneasiness. I couldn’t bear the pain and agony of how horrifyingly loud the voice became for the night. I screamed twice more and ran out of breath. I need to get out of the bed—I want to get out of the bed, I want my roommate to wake up, somehow I’m stuck, bound by some unknown force.
Could it be that I’m stunned by fear?
Was it really something right beside me?
How was this happening? I don’t know why it was screaming “please” over and over again. This couldn’t be a dream. I know I’m fully aware what’s going on, I’m awake—fully awake— but my body, it’s…unresponsive. I can’t move. I’m paralyzed. Why am I paralyzed?
I need to wait.
It’ll go away.
Make it stop.
Knowing I’m paralyzed, I calmed myself down,—the sense of pain actually went away,— I took deeper breaths, stood motionless, and waited for time to pass by. The voice faded away for unexplained reasons. Eventually, it got quieter. Five minutes later, something pressed onto the bottom of my foot. I peeked over the bed cover and saw a silhouette of a small motionless figure. The mysterious figure inched closer and closer to a point where it’s distinguishable.
As it got closer, it was something I never want to see in reality.
GOD help me.
It was Robert the Doll LITERALLY on my bed. I panicked, somehow regained the mobility to kick him off my bed. His stiff body made him teeter back and forth nor winced a bit. Uncertain, I still couldn’t sleep without knowing of a possibility of him murdering me.
I won’t sleep till he’s gone.
First of all, why is he here? I didn’t do anything nor did I went to the museum and took a picture of him without his permission. I only know little about him. Could he be the one messing with my mind? Why is this even happening?
I tossed and turned for hours, nothing out of the ordinary seems to happen anymore after I kicked him off. I’m still alive and sane. Somehow, he disappeared out of my sight. Now I could get some sleep for a while. Unfortunately, nothing nice or at least one thing came upon my dreams.
Say for the least…
I can sleep for now.
MY DAMN ROOMMATE’S FUCKIN ALARM WENT ON AT 7 IN THE MORNING!!!
Was it all a dream?