It’s late at night, and I’m tired. I turned all of the lights off in my room and began to fall asleep. I started to dream. In that dream, I had someone watching me through my window. I couldn’t see who it was; they were wearing a mask. They stared at me while I slept. They pulled out a hammer and broke through the window to try and kill me. They got close to me, I woke up. I looked at my clock. It’s almost 8 AM. I couldn’t believe how fast time flew. I was cautious because I was still a bit spooked. I went into the bathroom and ran some hot water on my face. I looked into the mirror and saw that person behind me. I turned, but no one was there.
I say to myself, “I must be still tired”.
I turned the hot water on in the shower, hoping that a shower will wake me up and make me forget about that nightmare.
I wasn’t tired anymore, but I still had that thought about my nightmare. I get out of the shower and see the person standing by the door with a knife in their hand. I got really scared and fell back into the shower. I got up and saw that the person was gone. I had no clue what was going on.
I said to myself, “I think I need to see a therapist”.
I am now really spooked and cautious. I looked around everywhere in my room to make sure that the person was not here. I didn’t find anyone in here, I was alone.
I turned on the TV and turned to the news channel to see if there was someone going around messing with people. I didn’t see anything about it, so I called my friends and told them everything that has been happening to me. They all thought I was crazy.
I called the police station to tell them everything that I’m experiencing.
“Okay sir, we will set up cameras in your room and try to see if we see anything at night”.
“Okay. Thank you”.
I felt so safe now because I have people watching over me.
It is now midnight, and I’m getting ready for bed. There are cameras everywhere in my room. I have two cameras near my bed, each watching at a different angle. I get into my bed and fall asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and I looked over and saw that person again. They were waving at me. I freaked out and jumped out of my bed and ran out of my house. The police asked me what happened, and I told them I saw that person again at my window. They went into their specialist truck to check back on the cameras to see if they caught anything.
“We don’t see a single thing on those cameras”.
“How did you guys not catch them? They were literally at the window”.
“I think you’re just having nightmares and seeing things”.
The police came into my house and took all of their cameras and left. I was really mad because no one is seeing what I’m seeing. I started to think that I’m just going crazy. I started to believe what everyone was telling me.
I went back into my house and took some pills to make me fall asleep faster.
I woke up and felt very happy.
“I guess those pills did work.”
I still wanted to schedule an appointment with a therapist to see if I actually was crazy. I called my local therapist and scheduled an appointment for tomorrow. I felt relieved because I finally got to figure out what’s going on with me.
I wanted to relax the rest of the day and take some things off my mind. I turned on the TV and started to watch the news to see if anything has changed. Nothing has changed. I definitely started to think that I was going crazy.
I wanted to go to bed so I could just get this day over with. I took some pills again to make me fall asleep soon.
It’s midnight. The pills worked effectively and I fell asleep in a matter of seconds. The only downside was that this time, it increased my dreams. I started to dream about that person again. This time though they were actually trying to kill me. They had a knife. They broke through the window and tried choking me. I fought back and pushed them to the ground. I took the knife from them and pointed it at them.
“Who are you?”
They didn’t answer me. Instead all they did was laugh.
“Tell me who you are before I start to use this knife”.
They got up and started to fight back. They retook the knife from me and now pointed it at me. They started to laugh.
“What do you want from me?”
“Can’t I just live my life?”
They now continued to laugh. I was really scared. I backed up a little bit to get close to my dresser. I picked up a lamp and smacked them in the head with it. They fell to the ground.
They said, “That’s it, I’m done sparing you”.
They got up and punched me in the stomach. It made me fall to the ground.
“Before you do anything to me, just tell me who you are”.
They didn’ answer and tried to hurt me.
I woke up. I’m very sore.
“I finally get to find out what’s going on with me”.
I called my therapist to make sure that the appointment was still happening.
“Is my appointment still scheduled?”
Yes, you have to be here in an hour”.
I put on my clothes and exit my house to enter my car.
I arrived at the therapist office.
“Are you John Michaels?”
“Yes, I am”.
“Okay enter this room on the right”.
I enter the therapist’s room.
“Take a seat right here”.
I took a seat. The therapist asked me a bunch of questions. Questions about my dreams. I told the therapist everything.
“There was this person who would always watch me as I sleep, then they would come into my room and try to kill me. I don’t know who the person is”.
I had to take a test. The test asked me questions about my life.
I finished the test and the therapist had the results. Apparently the person is fake. There wasn’t actually anyone trying to go after me. It was all in my head. The craziest part was the person was me. I didn’t understand how that was possible.
“How can the person that’s trying to kill me, be me?”
“Because it’s your depression. Your depression is trying to get you to kill yourself. Your brain wants you to die”.
I didn’t believe this. I thought I was being lied to. I didn’t want to believe that I had depression. I didn’t think that I was crazy.
“Is this all true?”
“Yes, you have depression”.
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