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There's a shadow beside your bed.

The same dream has been recurring for days now. There's something desperate about it. In the beginning, the shadow stood in your doorway, just a dark ambiguous shape, vaguely humanoid, accompanied by a low static buzz. It never moved while you watched it, but neither could you, paralyzed at the border between sleep and reality - until you finally blinked and it was gone, with daylight streaming in through the blinds of your window piercing the empty air it had just occupied. The next few nights it seemed closer. By an inch, two inches, once a whole foot. Always too far off to make anything of it aside from knowing, somehow, that despite that deep darkness it seemed to be watching you intently.

Now, that shadow was different up close. It seemed less a vague shape and more a person, at least in silhouette. You could even pick out the way its hair fell around its head, the thin outline of glasses perched over where its eyes should have been, how shimmering, hair-thin threads run from the joints of its wrists and elbows up into the darkness above it that should have been your ceiling.

For the first time you see it move, and it twitches from pose to pose with impossible speed. Its face is suddenly close to yours, inches away if even. The buzzing you've come to know from it spikes in volume; it crackles like a radio tuned into nothingness. The static gradually forms a pattern that you begin to recognize. Words. A voice. The broadcast seems faint and grainy, as if someone was calling from far off. Calling to you.

Can you hear me?

It moves again in an instant, this time contorted into a pose of exaggerated worry. The signal, if one could call it that, was degrading quickly.

Oh my god. You - you have to help me. I have to get out of here! Please, just --

The words were already fading back into meaningless static, garbled noise. The thing begins to move erratically, never in the same place, sometimes not even in the same pose, as if glitching out. At one point it reaches toward you but even that short distance is impossible.

Help...

That voice. It sounds like --




You wake up. You can almost remember who it was calling out to you. For some the realization would come quickly, for others it might as well have been a stranger. But the dream does not reoccur again.

(( This is just a teaser for that personal plot you guys all signed up for forever ago. IT'S STILL ON! Expect things to happen in the next 2 weeks or so OOCly!

If you want to react to this prompt you can do a solo here or in a thread, but it's optional to. You can just treat it as a thing that happened : D ))