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“I’m ready,” I say to myself, but it’s not really to myself, it’s to them. Within seconds my bed ripples like I’m floating on top of a calm ocean. And then I feel his presence from behind me. I say he and not it because he is in the body of a man, but not exactly.
I must be in the exact level of sleep that they require to visit me. It can’t be too deep or I’ll lose any memory of them, and I certainly can’t be awake. They told me if I see them fully awake, I’d be traumatized for life or worse, literally scared to death. So, I sleep deeply, I wake up and pee, I go back to bed, I close my eyes, and wait for the bewitching hour or should I say the demonic hour, usually between 5:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m. “I’m ready,” I say to myself, but it’s not...