A Nightmarish Puzzle

A Nightmarish Puzzle

 



As I was sleeping peacefully, a spooky  darkly slumber blanketing my exhausted mind, I felt an unexplained weight descend upon the edge of my bed, right at my feet. In my half-awake state, a strange feeling took hold of me. I gradually opened my eyes, trying to figure out the source of this sudden intrusion.


To my surprise, there was no one in sight. The room layered with a gentle moonlit glow, casting spooky shadows upon the walls. My girlfriend, sound asleep beside me, appeared undisturbed by this uninvited guest, lost in the deep depths of her own dreams. An uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my consciousness as I pondered this peculiar occurrence.


Could it have been my mind playing tricks on me, merely conjuring illusions from my dreams? Or was there something else at play, something unseen, traces of the cloak of night?


Seeking answers, I cautiously scanned the room, my eyes moving from corner to corner, but all remained intact. My heart raced, unsure whether to attribute this sudden encounter to the supernatural or dismiss it as mere coincidence. An eerie silence engulfed the room, amplifying the inexplicable presence that I had sensed just moments ago.


Unable to shake off the uneasy feeling that hung in the air, I made my way towards the foot of the bed. An invisible presence seemed to linger. A chill came across my skin as if icy fingers brushed against it, a surreal touch from a world unknown. I shivered, unable to see the source of this unknown contact.


My girlfriend, stirred by my movements, sleepily mumbled, "What's wrong, love?"


I hesitated, hesitant to disturb her fragile rest. But an urgency fueled my curiosity. I replied, "Did you feel anything just now baby? A weight, maybe, at the foot of the bed?"


Her eyes slightly open, confusion across her face. "No, nothing at all. Are you sure you're not just imagining things again baby go back to sleep?"


The reality of her words crashed upon me like a wave, like with a mix of frustration and wonder. Had my senses deceived me? Was I truly losing my grip on reality?


A momentary doubt lingered in the depths of my mind. Yet, deep down, a whisper of certainty assured me that what I had experienced was genuine, inexplicable as it may be. I refused to dismiss it as mere imagination, clinging to the possibility of the extraordinary.


Days turned into nights, and nights bled into dreams haunted by unanswered questions. With each sunset, I wait for the unwanted guest to reveal itself once more, to provide the closure that my curious soul craved.


Weeks passed, and as life regained its normal rhythm, I had to accept that night strange occurrence was just a unexplainable fragment of my existence.

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