It has been like that... for several months now.

Shadows are alive. Silence is breathing. Darkness is looming. Hands are reaching out. Piercing gaze watches.

You begin slowly losing your mind. Your sanity is slipping out your own grasp. You cant sleep. You cant eat. You cant run.

Maybe, summoning an entity for your own fun was... not a good idea. Ever since then, for many long and horrendous months... you are vulnerable. Every time you look into the shadows, you can see it. It stares back. It plays with you. What does it even want?! Fear, anger desperation, dread... these is the only spectre of emotions you've been experiencing lately.

It grins. It likes seeing you like this. Fragile. Insane. Weak. It cackles. It TRULY loves that sight of you. What in the name of Lord that twisted fantasy of one's unhinged mind is...?! Death? Nightmare? What is it?

You lay on your bed. Your eyes hurt, but in return you know what is hidden under the shadow. It. You feel that again: dread. You cant move, cant fight, as the creature slowly climbs onto the bed, its dismorphed, distantly human-like expression stares upon you.

"Ι$n''T |𝘁 ¢𝒰𝕥e?" It speaks. If the sound it lets out can even be called a speech. Something utterly inhuman, otherworldly... sinister. Beastial.