The thing at my bed

I was awake, atleast i thought so because my room seemed normal until i started hearing an unnatural moaning voice in the room next to me.

I knew there was no one in that room and thats why i started sweating and panicking. Was there someone trying to sneak in ? But who would moan like that ?

As my sweat covered my blanket i got more nervous and thought of getting up and confronting it but i was shaking in fear because i felt that an evil energy was coming from that room.

Since the room had no door, i could clearly see inside and felt horror because the room was empy, yet the moaning was still there. Is he or it hiding behing the sofa ? No it cant be, the voice was too loud to come from behind the room. As i slowly wanted to sit down on my bed, a being came running out of the room. I wanted to scream but covered myself in my blanket because i was so afraid… Im a coward .. am i ? As i slowly tried to peak at it, i noticed that it was still standing and moaning loud and disturbing.. It was like an animal would be tortured and hanged. The sound would haunt me forever i thought.

As i peaked, i saw the appearance of this thing. It was wearing a white dark robe and its hands were spikey. The face was strangely twisted inwards and blood was spilling out of its face. It really looked monstrous and creepy.

Suddenly it started running back to the room and dissapeared. As my bed was flooded with cold sweat, i stood up and slowly approached the room. The voice was gone and i needed to be sure that this thing was gone.

One step inside the room.. and the last thing i remember was that thing running at me. I mustve slipped or something and went unconscious.

Tomorrow morning i watched my security camera which covered half of the second room from my bed. I started sweating again.. because i noticed that the monster was me, fighting with myself. The only thing that stopped myself from stabbing me that night, was my sweat. I slipped because of that and dropped the knife while i fell hard on my head…

But.. what was that feeling that i felt … As i turned back from the camera, i saw it standing across the room … moaning again and sprinting in a weird manner towards me…

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