A time when I was scared was last night at 2:12. Yes 2:12, I remember the exact time because I was so terrified. I got home around 9:00 and my dad and my little brother Payton had already gone to bed. I walked into the kitchen shaking, and immediately turned on the lights. I have always been afraid of the dark ever since I was a youngen. I opened the fridge, grabbed bologna, ketchup, and mustard, and started to make myself a sandwich.Trying to move quickly I dropped the mustard on the floor as it echoed throughout the whole house, I picked up the mustard and headed to the counter.  Wide awake, I didn’t feel like going to bed so I stayed in the living room and watched a few episodes of Adventure Time. After a while I got fed up with cartoons so I decided to go lay down. I turned off the lights and walked to my room very quickly.
I laid down in my bed and just stared off into the darkness. I was thinking about my day and how tomorrow would be. I was getting nowhere. I was actually getting so frustrated it was making it worse. I was thinking about why I couldn’t fall asleep. Was it because I was scared? Was it because of my medication?  My body felt so tired but my mind was wide awake. Thinking. I was doing everything possible to try to doze off. I was counting sheep. I was reading a magazine.  I decided to get up and do some push-ups. I did two sets of twenty and hopped back in bed. I looked at the clock and it was already 2:00. Laying there frustrated I could not stop looking at the clock. Minute by minute was passing and my eyes did not leave the clock. It was 2:11 now. I started to feel very light headed and tired. The clock changed to 2:12 and thats when it happened.
My body was numb. I tried to move my arms, legs, anything, I couldn’t. I was in a different world it seemed like. I was me, but at the same time I wasn’t me. I was watching myself. It was so different, its all a blur now, but as I can remember it was like I was watching a movie from the ceiling of my room. I was in third person watching myself.  I tried to move, I tried to yell, nothing was happening. But then all of a sudden I could feel my arm start to raise, while at the same time I was watching it happen.. I was laying on my stomach and my right arm was floating in the air. I was in so much fear I didn’t know what to do. Heart beating furiously, I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t do anything. My arm had finally decided to float back down to my side. I was still not able to move but I could see all around my room. Looking at the doorway I realized something was different. I never kept my door open. I always closed it because my dad’s TV is so loud. It was dark so everything was hard to see. I tried to focus hard on my doorway and finally I noticed something. There was a dark figure standing in my hallway. It’s head almost reached the top of the doorway. I still couldn’t move. I was trying to scream, trying to take my eyes off the dark figure, I couldn’t. It wasn’t moving. It just was staring straight at me. Finally, out of nowhere, I happened to let out a loud shriek. Still looking at the figure, it seemed as if it had made the noise. I yelled again and watched as the darkness moved. The black figure was in sync to my scream. The black figure was me. I yelled trying to get it to leave. I tried moving again and still nothing. Then one of the most terrifying thing happened. The darkness started at me. Slowly at first but then faster as it approached. I wasn’t hurt but everything was black. Then I was awake.