Unseen It's cold out, the sky is clear and you can see the stars for miles from here. It's silent and there is not a person to be seen or heard , even the animals seem to have vacated this part of the park. Its strange that I'm sat here at 2:39am and not tucked up in bed at home with my wonderful partner, you would think that would be the best place for me to be,right? Wrong! It's there that the nightmares reach me. If I was a child they would tell me it was night terrors that I have to endure relentlessly every night, I close my eyes to sleep but at the age of 25 is it still at all possible to still get these child hood terrors? Looking at the sky I see more #life their than I do in this park , the leaves are scurrying across the ground as if they are being chased by something big and untoward, and this is the only sound I hear . All is quiet and quite frankly rather haunting. I don't feel safe here I may venture home after all but I don't feel much safer there either but what else does a young woman of 25 do?? 2 I'm lying in bed, I feel him near me. There's a warmth that warms my skin and its only from him. It radiates from my ankle and slowly rises up my calf and over my thighs , as if hot fingers tips are being trailed over my frozen skin thawing me. I try to move to see him, I know he's there I can feel him. I just want to see this man that I know he is not of this world, what does he want from me? Each night this thing this man who won't let me see or touch him comes to me, My eyes each time remain closed by some invisible force as If to prevent me from seeing this man this creature what ever he may be. I hear you asking , is this the terrors she dreams of each night?? Well they are not terrors at all! But your wrong oh so very very wrong!.. It's hands trail up my body sending warmth and shocks beneath my skin, I feel a heaviness that you would recognise as a body or a form laying on top of you. The form reaches his warm hands up to my neck and its here that I know things will take a turn in direction, they always do.The grip tightens around my throat as a burn so intense travels my throat and exits through my mouth into his, tears spring from my eyes and fall to the pillow beneath my head, In comparison to the burning heat now radiating from my body the pillows felt like sheets of ice. I struggle to break his grip as the claws slice into my throat , I can feel my cold blood trickle down my burning flesh as I feel my lungs burn inside my chest, my heart slowing to a virtual stop. That's when I am able to release my eye lids and see the bright carnal evil tinged redness that can only be described as demonic eyes that stare back at me .As my #life is drained from my body My screams are silent no one can hear me . 3 It's 8:30am and I'm a wake while my partner still sleeps beside me, does it he not hear my screams at night? I feel drained as if the nightmare from last night was not at all a night mare but reality , I feel as if I have been hit my a very large truck. I lay here feeling where the claws gripped and sliced my throat and even though there are no wounds , it's still tender as though it had all been real and that he truly had been there in my bed in my room taking my #life from me but he could not have been it was all but a nightmare right?.... Well that's what I tell myself but deep down do I believe that really to be true ... As I shower and freshen for the day ahead I am left wondering why I have these vivid and demonic nightmares, why me.