Page 87 of The Fallen
But how the hell could I do that now? Oh god. Did I really think this guy was real all of a sudden?!
I shook myself and forced those thoughts down. If I stressed out now, right as I was trying to sleep, for all I knew that would trigger the sleep paralysis that I was trying to avoid.
"No one's here but me," I whispered."...but if someone else really is here, prove it... move something. I don't know."
I didn't know why the hell I said it, but it did comfort me a little bit. If the guy came back and everything remained the same in the morning, if nothing was out of place, then I would know it was all in my head. I would know to go back to keeping my eyes closed until morning.
At the end of the day, I wanted sleep even more than the reassurance though, so I shut my eyes and couldn't help passing out as soon as I snuggled down under the covers.
I wasn't sure what woke me, but my eyes flew open.
I was curled up on my side with my back to the window and the blank wall in front of me, and in the orange streetlight spread across the wall, my visitor's haunting silhouette was all I could see.
He was here. In my room. But as usual, I could not move. I couldn't roll or turn my head to look at him and for some reason that made it worse.
It was beyond unnerving to have an unknown intruder right behind you where you couldn't even watch his every move.
Immediately, I started to sweat, fear of the unknown making my body tremble.
For what felt like forever, he didn't move. Then, slowly, he shifted and moved toward me.
The way he swished when he walked shocked me, like he was taking real steps. Like he was a real person under there.
And then he paused at the side of my bed, just as he had last night.
I wanted so badly to ask him why he was here. Just like every time. More than I even wanted him to leave me alone, I just wanted to knowwhy? Why me? Why did he keep visiting me?
For another stretch of time, he didn't move. When he did, I was already expecting it.
Sure enough, just like the night before, he reached his arm out toward me.
I felt the brush of his touch on my wrist this time before it traveled higher.
This wasnotmy blanket. How in hell had I ever thought that it could be? No. This was real. I was being touched.
As his hand traveled higher up my arm, a shiver traveled down my spine. When would he stop? When his hand was gripped around my throat? But then he reached the edge of the blanket and threw his arm out suddenly. It didn't feel like he'd grabbed the blanket, but it still flew off of me as though he had, right off the end of the bed, leaving me shivering and exposed and then his hand came back, landing on my bare wrist.
I shuddered, afraid and cold andfascinated.
What was happening?
His hand slid over my exposed skin, back and forth, a gentle caress.
No really,what was happening?!
Suddenly, it didn't seem half as spooky as it usually did when he was over me. This was my sleep paralysis demon? Just some guy that wanted to hold my hand?!
Then his hand slid past my wrist, landing on my stomach and the caress instantly felt sexual as he dragged his warm fingers over my abdomen, then my chest.
What the hell?!
There was no denying it as his hand wandered over, exploring me through my pyjamas. He was copping a feel!
I could feel his eagerness through his touch and my body started to react, responding as fingertips brushed over my hip bones and then skated over my cock.
It twitched as soon as it was touched and he stilled, feeling it.
Suddenly, he drew back and the shadow that my gaze had been focusing on vanished before my eyes, leaving me staring at the blank wall.
