you'd met your friends at a sleepover. typical, as you've always been the outgoing girl. it was a cool winter day, the smell of vanilla and hot chocolate in the air as you played hide and seek.

but you've had something haunting you. for years. a sleep paralysis demon that haunts you every night. you've never really told anyone about it, feeling as if they would think your crazy or insane, but you knew he was real. you could feel, smell him sometimes. he smelt nice.

you ran as your friend counted down from 10, trying to find a hiding spot. you ran to the bathroom but your other friend got there before you, then your kitchen but there was already someone there, so you took to your bedroom. you opened your door, already hearing your friend on 5.

you opened the closet, swiftly getting in and hiding. before your mouth was covered and you were dragged backwards. backwards into a tunnel you never knew about.

you opened your eyes, your arms tied behind your back and your clothes stripped only leaving you with your favorite pair of undergarments in a dark room washed with red, before you spotted him. the one who haunted you every night. you laid on a weirdly soft surface, almost like a bed but not exactly.