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I've Been Awake Since March 29th

I haven't slept since March 29th, today is May 20th. It started with me just staying up all night playing games with some of my friends. We started around 11 pm and it wasn't until around 6 am when I realized what time it was. I decided it was time to get off so I told my friends I had to go and then turned off my computer. The sun was rising so I went out on the balcony of my studio apartment to watch it. It was a mixture of beautiful orange and blue colors. I felt so peaceful. After around an hour of sitting outside, I noticed I still felt wide awake. I felt like I could even run a mile. It was a rare occurrence that I was off work and I didn't want to blow the day away sitting at home. I went back inside and pondered how to spend my day away from organizing shelves and picking up people's stuff at my local thrift store. I texted my friend, Kyle and asked if he wanted to hangout. After a few minutes without a response, I deduced that he was probably asleep after staying up all night. It seems pretty obvious now but at that time sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I chose to go to a small shopping mall that wasn't too far away from my apartment. It was a fun day but I ended up coming back home empty handed. I got back around 7 after picking up some chinese food. I was pretty hungry at that point so I tore into my food and ate most of it while sitting at my small kitchen table. I checked my phone and opened the group chat and asked, “You guys down to play again tonight?” Kyle wrote back “Nah man, I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.” James and Jeff never responded so I assumed they were sleeping or busy. “Lame” I responded. I sat down on my couch and mindlessly watched TV for a few hours. While a commercial was playing, I realized I haven't slept in a day. I had work the next morning so I completed my nightly routine and got into bed. I laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes then closed my eyes to slowly drift off into sleep. Hours passed as I stared at the ceiling, completely unable to fall asleep. Eventually my phone went off to wake me up for work. I sat up in bed and wondered how hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. I left my apartment around 8 am and the car ride to work was slow and uneventful. I arrived at the Cornerstone thrift store and put my numbers into the computer to clock in. I glanced up and looked out the window ready to begin my shift. I saw the orange sunbeams gleaming through the window. The sun was setting and I looked back down to the monitor to see “7 hours and 35 minutes worked.” I quickly checked my phone to see the time. 4:05 PM. I stared at the time wondering if it was right or if my phone was broken. I saw my boss, Mr Phil, walking up and I hesitantly said “H-Hey Phil, what time did I get here today?” “Ah hello there Marcus! I believe it was around 8:30 this morning.” “Oh…Well alright then I'm headed out.” “Have a great night Marcus!” He paused, then said “I hope you sleep well.” I slowly turned around and walked out. “What is happening to me?” I muttered to myself then I got in my car and drove home.

The next several weeks followed this exact pattern. The weird thing is I still felt energized. Every day I felt like I had just slept 12 hours. Some days I even felt better than I normally would. Eventually I got kinda used to this and it wasn't so bad. Play games all night with my friends, go to work and get paid for 8 hours of work that passed in an instant then go back to chilling at home. This all came to an end one night when I was hanging out with Kyle.

I was sitting on my couch and Kyle was sitting on the other end, both of us entangled in some horror movie. “Hey Marcus” Kyle breaks my concentration on the movie. “Oh, yeah what is it Kyle?” I reply still staring at the TV. “When was the last time you went to sleep?” He says blankly. I look over at him, feeling confused and a little on edge. “What do you mean? I went to sleep last night, of course. It was around 11 I-” Kyle cuts me off saying “No, Marcus, you need to go to sleep.” My heart skipped a beat. “Uhhh, I did last night dude.” Lying about sleeping was the easiest thing to do. I'm not sure anyone would even believe me anyways. “You need to sleep.” Kyle says in a flat monotone voice. I stand up and look at Kyle. Kyle's face was rotating and spiraling into itself. “Kyle, what's wrong with you!” I scream out of fear. Kyle stands up and starts walking towards me. He reached out his hands and his fingers began snapping. An unknown force bent his hands back and his wrists snapped in half. I watch in horror as my friend crumbles to the floor, every bone in his body breaking in the process. “Go. To. Sleep. Marcus.” He repeats very weakly. Eventually the sounds stop and so does Kyle's life. “What is happening!” I yell out to no response. My mind was at the edge of breaking and I had no idea what to do next. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I don't remember what exactly happened next. I know I sat on my bed for hours staring at my bedroom door waiting for something to happen. Eventually I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 4:44 AM. My mind spiraled deeper and deeper into fear just as Kyle's face did hours before. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three slow rhythmic knocks tore my mind back into reality. “Marcussss” the voice was long and drawn out but I knew who it was. “K-Kyle! Are you alright??” “Go To Sleep” Kyle responded in a deep whisper. “I can't sleep!” I finally blurted out. “I can't sleep, I can't sleep Kyle. I haven't slept in weeks and I don't know why! I don't know why this is happening to me!” The words came out naturally and I waited for a response. Silence filled the room. After a few minutes, I heard slow retreating footsteps. “Hello? Kyle?” More silence filled the room. Step step step step step. All of a sudden I heard steps getting quicker and quicker until I heard a very loud slam. It was Kyle. He slammed himself into my bedroom door. Slam slam slam. He continued over and over again pushing his body against my door. As he was slamming, I heard him gasping in a very low demonic tone. He sounded like some rabid animal. But it was to the rhythm of his body hitting my door. Hours and hours passed of Kyle repeating this. I had wrapped my pillow around my ears to drown out the noise and gasping. I closed my eyes and sat there waiting. Suddenly the banging stopped. I waited a few seconds and slowly opened my eyes, still staring down at my bed. I glanced over to the door. There was a hole just big enough for Kyle's head to fit through. His skin had turned black as if he had just been burned. His long black hair looked charred and was thinning. The aroma of death hit my nostrils. His eyes met my gaze and I could see his yellow decaying teeth as he smiled grimly. I could see his cheekbones and his skin looked like it was stretching over his face. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, the thing turned around and I listened as it walked all the way out of my apartment.

This happened 4 days ago and I haven't heard from Kyle since. I texted Jeff and James and they both said the same thing. I don't know whether that thing was Kyle or if it even was real. I still haven't slept and now I am scared too. Every night since the incident I have been getting more and more tired. I'm terrified of what will happen if I sleep.

I haven't slept since March 29th and now I am terrified of what will happen if I do.

I've Been Awake Since March 29th

I haven't slept since March 29th, today is May 20th. It started with me just staying up all night playing games with some of my friends. We started around 11 pm and it wasn't until around 6 am when I realized what time it was. I decided it was time to get off so I told my friends I had to go and then turned off my computer. The sun was rising so I went out on the balcony of my studio apartment to watch it. It was a mixture of beautiful orange and blue colors. I felt so peaceful. After around an hour of sitting outside, I noticed I still felt wide awake. I felt like I could even run a mile. It was a rare occurrence that I was off work and I didn't want to blow the day away sitting at home. I went back inside and pondered how to spend my day away from organizing shelves and picking up people's stuff at my local thrift store. I texted my friend, Kyle and asked if he wanted to hangout. After a few minutes without a response, I deduced that he was probably asleep after staying up all night. It seems pretty obvious now but at that time sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I chose to go to a small shopping mall that wasn't too far away from my apartment. It was a fun day but I ended up coming back home empty handed. I got back around 7 after picking up some chinese food. I was pretty hungry at that point so I tore into my food and ate most of it while sitting at my small kitchen table. I checked my phone and opened the group chat and asked, “You guys down to play again tonight?” Kyle wrote back “Nah man, I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.” James and Jeff never responded so I assumed they were sleeping or busy. “Lame” I responded. I sat down on my couch and mindlessly watched TV for a few hours. While a commercial was playing, I realized I haven't slept in a day. I had work the next morning so I completed my nightly routine and got into bed. I laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes then closed my eyes to slowly drift off into sleep. Hours passed as I stared at the ceiling, completely unable to fall asleep. Eventually my phone went off to wake me up for work. I sat up in bed and wondered how hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. I left my apartment around 8 am and the car ride to work was slow and uneventful. I arrived at the Cornerstone thrift store and put my numbers into the computer to clock in. I glanced up and looked out the window ready to begin my shift. I saw the orange sunbeams gleaming through the window. The sun was setting and I looked back down to the monitor to see “7 hours and 35 minutes worked.” I quickly checked my phone to see the time. 4:05 PM. I stared at the time wondering if it was right or if my phone was broken. I saw my boss, Mr Phil, walking up and I hesitantly said “H-Hey Phil, what time did I get here today?” “Ah hello there Marcus! I believe it was around 8:30 this morning.” “Oh…Well alright then I'm headed out.” “Have a great night Marcus!” He paused, then said “I hope you sleep well.” I slowly turned around and walked out. “What is happening to me?” I muttered to myself then I got in my car and drove home.

The next several weeks followed this exact pattern. The weird thing is I still felt energized. Every day I felt like I had just slept 12 hours. Some days I even felt better than I normally would. Eventually I got kinda used to this and it wasn't so bad. Play games all night with my friends, go to work and get paid for 8 hours of work that passed in an instant then go back to chilling at home. This all came to an end one night when I was hanging out with Kyle.

I was sitting on my couch and Kyle was sitting on the other end, both of us entangled in some horror movie. “Hey Marcus” Kyle breaks my concentration on the movie. “Oh, yeah what is it Kyle?” I reply still staring at the TV. “When was the last time you went to sleep?” He says blankly. I look over at him, feeling confused and a little on edge. “What do you mean? I went to sleep last night, of course. It was around 11 I-” Kyle cuts me off saying “No, Marcus, you need to go to sleep.” My heart skipped a beat. “Uhhh, I did last night dude.” Lying about sleeping was the easiest thing to do. I'm not sure anyone would even believe me anyways. “You need to sleep.” Kyle says in a flat monotone voice. I stand up and look at Kyle. Kyle's face was rotating and spiraling into itself. “Kyle, what's wrong with you!” I scream out of fear. Kyle stands up and starts walking towards me. He reached out his hands and his fingers began snapping. An unknown force bent his hands back and his wrists snapped in half. I watch in horror as my friend crumbles to the floor, every bone in his body breaking in the process. “Go. To. Sleep. Marcus.” He repeats very weakly. Eventually the sounds stop and so does Kyle's life. “What is happening!” I yell out to no response. My mind was at the edge of breaking and I had no idea what to do next. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I don't remember what exactly happened next. I know I sat on my bed for hours staring at my bedroom door waiting for something to happen. Eventually I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 4:44 AM. My mind spiraled deeper and deeper into fear just as Kyle's face did hours before. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three slow rhythmic knocks tore my mind back into reality. “Marcussss” the voice was long and drawn out but I knew who it was. “K-Kyle! Are you alright??” “Go To Sleep” Kyle responded in a deep whisper. “I can't sleep!” I finally blurted out. “I can't sleep, I can't sleep Kyle. I haven't slept in weeks and I don't know why! I don't know why this is happening to me!” The words came out naturally and I waited for a response. Silence filled the room. After a few minutes, I heard slow retreating footsteps. “Hello? Kyle?” More silence filled the room. Step step step step step. All of a sudden I heard steps getting quicker and quicker until I heard a very loud slam. It was Kyle. He slammed himself into my bedroom door. Slam slam slam. He continued over and over again pushing his body against my door. As he was slamming, I heard him gasping in a very low demonic tone. He sounded like some rabid animal. But it was to the rhythm of his body hitting my door. Hours and hours passed of Kyle repeating this. I had wrapped my pillow around my ears to drown out the noise and gasping. I closed my eyes and sat there waiting. Suddenly the banging stopped. I waited a few seconds and slowly opened my eyes, still staring down at my bed. I glanced over to the door. There was a hole just big enough for Kyle's head to fit through. His skin had turned black as if he had just been burned. His long black hair looked charred and was thinning. The aroma of death hit my nostrils. His eyes met my gaze and I could see his yellow decaying teeth as he smiled grimly. I could see his cheekbones and his skin looked like it was stretching over his face. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, the thing turned around and I listened as it walked all the way out of my apartment.

This happened 4 days ago and I haven't heard from Kyle since. I texted Jeff and James and they both said the same thing. I don't know whether that thing was Kyle or if it even was real. I still haven't slept and now I am scared too. Every night since the incident I have been getting more and more tired. I'm terrified of what will happen if I sleep.

I haven't slept since March 29th and now I am terrified of what will happen if I do.

I've Been Awake Since March 29th

I haven't slept since March 29th, today is May 20th. It started with me just staying up all night playing games with some of my friends. We started around 11 pm and it wasn't until around 6 am when I realized what time it was. I decided it was time to get off so I told my friends I had to go and then turned off my computer. The sun was rising so I went out on the balcony of my studio apartment to watch it. It was a mixture of beautiful orange and blue colors. I felt so peaceful. After around an hour of sitting outside, I noticed I still felt wide awake. I felt like I could even run a mile. It was a rare occurrence that I was off work and I didn't want to blow the day away sitting at home. I went back inside and pondered how to spend my day away from organizing shelves and picking up people's stuff at my local thrift store. I texted my friend, Kyle and asked if he wanted to hangout. After a few minutes without a response, I deduced that he was probably asleep after staying up all night. It seems pretty obvious now but at that time sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I chose to go to a small shopping mall that wasn't too far away from my apartment. It was a fun day but I ended up coming back home empty handed. I got back around 7 after picking up some chinese food. I was pretty hungry at that point so I tore into my food and ate most of it while sitting at my small kitchen table. I checked my phone and opened the group chat and asked, “You guys down to play again tonight?” Kyle wrote back “Nah man, I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.” James and Jeff never responded so I assumed they were sleeping or busy. “Lame” I responded. I sat down on my couch and mindlessly watched TV for a few hours. While a commercial was playing, I realized I haven't slept in a day. I had work the next morning so I completed my nightly routine and got into bed. I laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes then closed my eyes to slowly drift off into sleep. Hours passed as I stared at the ceiling, completely unable to fall asleep. Eventually my phone went off to wake me up for work. I sat up in bed and wondered how hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. I left my apartment around 8 am and the car ride to work was slow and uneventful. I arrived at the Cornerstone thrift store and put my numbers into the computer to clock in. I glanced up and looked out the window ready to begin my shift. I saw the orange sunbeams gleaming through the window. The sun was setting and I looked back down to the monitor to see “7 hours and 35 minutes worked.” I quickly checked my phone to see the time. 4:05 PM. I stared at the time wondering if it was right or if my phone was broken. I saw my boss, Mr Phil, walking up and I hesitantly said “H-Hey Phil, what time did I get here today?” “Ah hello there Marcus! I believe it was around 8:30 this morning.” “Oh…Well alright then I'm headed out.” “Have a great night Marcus!” He paused, then said “I hope you sleep well.” I slowly turned around and walked out. “What is happening to me?” I muttered to myself then I got in my car and drove home.

The next several weeks followed this exact pattern. The weird thing is I still felt energized. Every day I felt like I had just slept 12 hours. Some days I even felt better than I normally would. Eventually I got kinda used to this and it wasn't so bad. Play games all night with my friends, go to work and get paid for 8 hours of work that passed in an instant then go back to chilling at home. This all came to an end one night when I was hanging out with Kyle.

I was sitting on my couch and Kyle was sitting on the other end, both of us entangled in some horror movie. “Hey Marcus” Kyle breaks my concentration on the movie. “Oh, yeah what is it Kyle?” I reply still staring at the TV. “When was the last time you went to sleep?” He says blankly. I look over at him, feeling confused and a little on edge. “What do you mean? I went to sleep last night, of course. It was around 11 I-” Kyle cuts me off saying “No, Marcus, you need to go to sleep.” My heart skipped a beat. “Uhhh, I did last night dude.” Lying about sleeping was the easiest thing to do. I'm not sure anyone would even believe me anyways. “You need to sleep.” Kyle says in a flat monotone voice. I stand up and look at Kyle. Kyle's face was rotating and spiraling into itself. “Kyle, what's wrong with you!” I scream out of fear. Kyle stands up and starts walking towards me. He reached out his hands and his fingers began snapping. An unknown force bent his hands back and his wrists snapped in half. I watch in horror as my friend crumbles to the floor, every bone in his body breaking in the process. “Go. To. Sleep. Marcus.” He repeats very weakly. Eventually the sounds stop and so does Kyle's life. “What is happening!” I yell out to no response. My mind was at the edge of breaking and I had no idea what to do next. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I don't remember what exactly happened next. I know I sat on my bed for hours staring at my bedroom door waiting for something to happen. Eventually I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 4:44 AM. My mind spiraled deeper and deeper into fear just as Kyle's face did hours before. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three slow rhythmic knocks tore my mind back into reality. “Marcussss” the voice was long and drawn out but I knew who it was. “K-Kyle! Are you alright??” “Go To Sleep” Kyle responded in a deep whisper. “I can't sleep!” I finally blurted out. “I can't sleep, I can't sleep Kyle. I haven't slept in weeks and I don't know why! I don't know why this is happening to me!” The words came out naturally and I waited for a response. Silence filled the room. After a few minutes, I heard slow retreating footsteps. “Hello? Kyle?” More silence filled the room. Step step step step step. All of a sudden I heard steps getting quicker and quicker until I heard a very loud slam. It was Kyle. He slammed himself into my bedroom door. Slam slam slam. He continued over and over again pushing his body against my door. As he was slamming, I heard him gasping in a very low demonic tone. He sounded like some rabid animal. But it was to the rhythm of his body hitting my door. Hours and hours passed of Kyle repeating this. I had wrapped my pillow around my ears to drown out the noise and gasping. I closed my eyes and sat there waiting. Suddenly the banging stopped. I waited a few seconds and slowly opened my eyes, still staring down at my bed. I glanced over to the door. There was a hole just big enough for Kyle's head to fit through. His skin had turned black as if he had just been burned. His long black hair looked charred and was thinning. The aroma of death hit my nostrils. His eyes met my gaze and I could see his yellow decaying teeth as he smiled grimly. I could see his cheekbones and his skin looked like it was stretching over his face. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, the thing turned around and I listened as it walked all the way out of my apartment.

This happened 4 days ago and I haven't heard from Kyle since. I texted Jeff and James and they both said the same thing. I don't know whether that thing was Kyle or if it even was real. I still haven't slept and now I am scared too. Every night since the incident I have been getting more and more tired. I'm terrified of what will happen if I sleep.

I haven't slept since March 29th and now I am terrified of what will happen if I do.

I've Been Awake Since March 29th

I haven't slept since March 29th, today is May 20th. It started with me just staying up all night playing games with some of my friends. We started around 11 pm and it wasn't until around 6 am when I realized what time it was. I decided it was time to get off so I told my friends I had to go and then turned off my computer. The sun was rising so I went out on the balcony of my studio apartment to watch it. It was a mixture of beautiful orange and blue colors. I felt so peaceful. After around an hour of sitting outside, I noticed I still felt wide awake. I felt like I could even run a mile. It was a rare occurrence that I was off work and I didn't want to blow the day away sitting at home. I went back inside and pondered how to spend my day away from organizing shelves and picking up people's stuff at my local thrift store. I texted my friend, Kyle and asked if he wanted to hangout. After a few minutes without a response, I deduced that he was probably asleep after staying up all night. It seems pretty obvious now but at that time sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I chose to go to a small shopping mall that wasn't too far away from my apartment. It was a fun day but I ended up coming back home empty handed. I got back around 7 after picking up some chinese food. I was pretty hungry at that point so I tore into my food and ate most of it while sitting at my small kitchen table. I checked my phone and opened the group chat and asked, “You guys down to play again tonight?” Kyle wrote back “Nah man, I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.” James and Jeff never responded so I assumed they were sleeping or busy. “Lame” I responded. I sat down on my couch and mindlessly watched TV for a few hours. While a commercial was playing, I realized I haven't slept in a day. I had work the next morning so I completed my nightly routine and got into bed. I laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes then closed my eyes to slowly drift off into sleep. Hours passed as I stared at the ceiling, completely unable to fall asleep. Eventually my phone went off to wake me up for work. I sat up in bed and wondered how hours had passed in what felt like a few minutes. I left my apartment around 8 am and the car ride to work was slow and uneventful. I arrived at the Cornerstone thrift store and put my numbers into the computer to clock in. I glanced up and looked out the window ready to begin my shift. I saw the orange sunbeams gleaming through the window. The sun was setting and I looked back down to the monitor to see “7 hours and 35 minutes worked.” I quickly checked my phone to see the time. 4:05 PM. I stared at the time wondering if it was right or if my phone was broken. I saw my boss, Mr Phil, walking up and I hesitantly said “H-Hey Phil, what time did I get here today?” “Ah hello there Marcus! I believe it was around 8:30 this morning.” “Oh…Well alright then I'm headed out.” “Have a great night Marcus!” He paused, then said “I hope you sleep well.” I slowly turned around and walked out. “What is happening to me?” I muttered to myself then I got in my car and drove home.

The next several weeks followed this exact pattern. The weird thing is I still felt energized. Every day I felt like I had just slept 12 hours. Some days I even felt better than I normally would. Eventually I got kinda used to this and it wasn't so bad. Play games all night with my friends, go to work and get paid for 8 hours of work that passed in an instant then go back to chilling at home. This all came to an end one night when I was hanging out with Kyle.

I was sitting on my couch and Kyle was sitting on the other end, both of us entangled in some horror movie. “Hey Marcus” Kyle breaks my concentration on the movie. “Oh, yeah what is it Kyle?” I reply still staring at the TV. “When was the last time you went to sleep?” He says blankly. I look over at him, feeling confused and a little on edge. “What do you mean? I went to sleep last night, of course. It was around 11 I-” Kyle cuts me off saying “No, Marcus, you need to go to sleep.” My heart skipped a beat. “Uhhh, I did last night dude.” Lying about sleeping was the easiest thing to do. I'm not sure anyone would even believe me anyways. “You need to sleep.” Kyle says in a flat monotone voice. I stand up and look at Kyle. Kyle's face was rotating and spiraling into itself. “Kyle, what's wrong with you!” I scream out of fear. Kyle stands up and starts walking towards me. He reached out his hands and his fingers began snapping. An unknown force bent his hands back and his wrists snapped in half. I watch in horror as my friend crumbles to the floor, every bone in his body breaking in the process. “Go. To. Sleep. Marcus.” He repeats very weakly. Eventually the sounds stop and so does Kyle's life. “What is happening!” I yell out to no response. My mind was at the edge of breaking and I had no idea what to do next. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I don't remember what exactly happened next. I know I sat on my bed for hours staring at my bedroom door waiting for something to happen. Eventually I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it read 4:44 AM. My mind spiraled deeper and deeper into fear just as Kyle's face did hours before. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three slow rhythmic knocks tore my mind back into reality. “Marcussss” the voice was long and drawn out but I knew who it was. “K-Kyle! Are you alright??” “Go To Sleep” Kyle responded in a deep whisper. “I can't sleep!” I finally blurted out. “I can't sleep, I can't sleep Kyle. I haven't slept in weeks and I don't know why! I don't know why this is happening to me!” The words came out naturally and I waited for a response. Silence filled the room. After a few minutes, I heard slow retreating footsteps. “Hello? Kyle?” More silence filled the room. Step step step step step. All of a sudden I heard steps getting quicker and quicker until I heard a very loud slam. It was Kyle. He slammed himself into my bedroom door. Slam slam slam. He continued over and over again pushing his body against my door. As he was slamming, I heard him gasping in a very low demonic tone. He sounded like some rabid animal. But it was to the rhythm of his body hitting my door. Hours and hours passed of Kyle repeating this. I had wrapped my pillow around my ears to drown out the noise and gasping. I closed my eyes and sat there waiting. Suddenly the banging stopped. I waited a few seconds and slowly opened my eyes, still staring down at my bed. I glanced over to the door. There was a hole just big enough for Kyle's head to fit through. His skin had turned black as if he had just been burned. His long black hair looked charred and was thinning. The aroma of death hit my nostrils. His eyes met my gaze and I could see his yellow decaying teeth as he smiled grimly. I could see his cheekbones and his skin looked like it was stretching over his face. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, the thing turned around and I listened as it walked all the way out of my apartment.

This happened 4 days ago and I haven't heard from Kyle since. I texted Jeff and James and they both said the same thing. I don't know whether that thing was Kyle or if it even was real. I still haven't slept and now I am scared too. Every night since the incident I have been getting more and more tired. I'm terrified of what will happen if I sleep.

I haven't slept since March 29th and now I am terrified of what will happen if I do.

Monday was a normal, boring, slow day. I clocked out from work and got into my car. I drove home. Why was my life so unfulfilled? As I slowly drove through the traffic, I looked at all the people walking along the bustling sidewalks. Did they feel the same way? Did they wake up every day knowing tomorrow would be the same? After I arrived at my apartment, I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch to watch some TV. I looked to my right and the clock said 11:33 PM. At some point, I slowly drifted off to sleep and had dreams of beautiful fields with radiant, blossoming sunflowers in it. I explored the field, running my hands along the long strands of grass that came up to my waist. I wished to stay here forever. It was beautiful. There were huge, endless mountainscapes with a bright orange sky. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower from the earth.

My eyes opened and gazed at my apartment ceiling.

I adjusted my eyes slowly and lifted my head to face forward. I breathed in and noticed how thick the air was. It felt like a clotted liquid trying to force itself into my nostrils, every inhale heavy and reluctant to enter. I stood up. The walls were a different color, a color I would have never chosen. "This isn't my apartment," I whispered. Dust coated everything, but not gray dust; it was a color I've never seen before. I turned around, and my couch was a different material and color. I saw portraits of people I had never known. Their faces were warped in ways I could not understand. "Where am I? What is this?" I said quietly to myself.

I rushed to my bedroom. The bed was made with sheets I didn't recognize. The room felt lived in, but not by me. I stumbled out of my bedroom and headed toward the apartment door. I threw the door open and walked out and saw the hallway stretching infinitely in all different directions. "This can't be real!" I screamed into the void. I began running, but it just kept stretching on. Door after door, it was all the same.

The walls began collapsing, and I collapsed with it.

I saw colors, shapes, objects, people. I saw everything and nothing all simultaneously. Things flashed in my eyes, in my head. I looked down, and my arms were not arms, my legs were not legs. I only saw objects which I could never comprehend. I stood up and continued running through colors, through shapes, through objects. I laughed, cried, and screamed all at the same time. I felt every emotion I had ever felt, and more. I felt things I had never felt, things no human could ever feel. What am I? What am I? I saw myself as a child, then an old decrepit man, then a corpse being lowered into the ground. I saw old memories, new memories, and memories that could never happen. Time was closing in on itself. I saw strangers. I saw my parents. I saw my sisters. I saw everyone who had ever lived all at once. I screamed again, but the sound split into languages I had never known. Then I collapsed again.

I felt the cold, hard dirt on my face. It was cracked and splintered, like rain hadn't graced its presence in decades. I stood up and saw I was in a forest. I began walking, thinking of all I had seen and all I would never see. I saw a clearing up ahead and exited the forest. It was the same place as my dream, more beautiful than it had been before. The sun shone bright; I felt the heat touch every ounce of my skin. I closed my eyes and walked through the field just as I had done in my dream. The heat got hotter and hotter. My skin started to boil, burning away like logs in a fire. I reached my hand out and felt the soft grass on my fingertips. My fingers began melting away in the immense heat. I opened my eyes and saw the jagged, monolithic mountainscapes. My left eye exploded and drooped down my face, leaving a trail of slime from the fluid. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower. It was the most yellow sunflower I had ever seen. I pushed it up against my nose and inhaled, smelling the flower along with the charred meat aroma which filled the air. Flames devoured my hair, burning down to the base of my skull. I collapsed to the ground, still clutching the sunflower with the glob of burning meat and bone that was my hand. I burned for centuries. I became a pile of burning tendons and fluids. There was nothing left on this earth. The only sound to be heard was that of burning meat. I burned and burned, my being going up in smoke for decades. 

I woke up.

My eyes adjusted and I was sitting back on my couch staring at the ceiling. How long has it been? I look over to my right and see my alarm clock. It read 2:33 AM. "How has it only been 3 hours?" I muttered to myself. I slowly get up and walk to my bedroom. I immediately fall on my bed and sleep. Hours pass and my phone wakes me up with an alarm I set for work. I get up and begin my normal morning routine. I felt weird but I did not recall the dream I had. I walked to my car and began my slow, traffic filled trip to work. I parked a block away and walked to the small sandwich shop I work at. “Hey Mark, glad you could make it!” My boss gleefully exclaimed as I walked inside. “Yeah.” I responded in a monotone voice, and I clocked in for the day. “Mark, please do not forget to greet every customer! That goes towards your bonus, you know.” “Will do Mr. Peter.” As I was working, images of what I had seen the night before flashed into my brain. I began to see all the colors, shapes, and people all over again. My mind was racing and I was staring into the void once again. “Uh…Sir?” A voice snaps me back into reality. “I said I wanted the turkey sub. Did you not hear me? I said it pretty clearly.” The slightly overweight woman declares with a scoff. “Oh..right. Coming right up.” I say with a clearly faked customer service voice. I serve the lady her sub and she pays. “You people are always the same.” she said with another scoff. I stare blankly as she walks out the door. Some time passed and eventually it was time to leave. “Need anything else before I go Mr. Peter?” “No Mark, just make sure you get some rest tonight. No more zoning out alright?” I stare at him then clock out. “See ya Mark.” he says coldly.

I arrived at my apartment. The drive was the same boring slow drive that it was every day. I walk up the stairs and fumble around with my keys. My neighbor walks up behind me and enters her apartment. She’s attractive but that's all. I know nothing else about her. I sigh and enter my apartment. I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch once again. I look over to my clock. 11:33 PM. I turn on my TV and drift off into the void. 

I woke up with my face laying on the cold dirt. I stand up and look around to see that it's the same place as my dream. But something was wrong. I could smell rotting flesh in the air. It smelled terrible, like an animal that's been dead for hours. I walk down the dirt path and eventually come across a clearing. I also found the source of the smell. It was the same clearing as before. I look down and see what's left of my burning body. I looked at the clump of fluids and tendons and saw the yellow sunflower I remember picking up. “Mark.” A deep echoing voice calls out to me. I jump and look around for the source of the voice. I waited for it to speak again but the only sound I heard was that of burning flesh. “H-hello?” I say, confused. I look up to see a man floating down from the sky. He had huge black wings attached to his back and two smaller wings coming out of his head. The only thing he had covering his muscular body was a large white cloth tied around his waist. “Hello Mark.” He said in a calm voice as he landed on the ground. I step back in disbelief. “Do you recall seeing this place in your dreams recently?” “I- Yeah I think I remember this from my dream last night.” He chuckles. “You have been here more than just last night.” As soon as he says that visions rush into my head. I suddenly remember waking up here, walking around, then burning for eons. Hundreds or maybe thousands of times, just burning and burning. I fall to my knees and scream “Make it stop please!” It immediately stops and I stand back up. “What do you want from me?” 

The ceiling of my apartment meets my gaze once again.

I look over and once again the clock reads 2:33 AM. I get up quickly and run to the bathroom. I vomit profusely into the toilet. I sit down on the bathroom floor next to my toilet and stare blankly into the ceiling. That leads me to this post. I pulled out my phone right after that and started typing this out. My brain feels fried and I do not know how many times I've had that dream and met that thing. I only remember what I have written in this post, but the days are blurring together, and I don't know what to do next.

My name is Mark. I went to sleep and I think I discovered a god.

Monday was a normal, boring, slow day. I clocked out from work and got into my car. I drove home. Why was my life so unfulfilled? As I slowly drove through the traffic, I looked at all the people walking along the bustling sidewalks. Did they feel the same way? Did they wake up every day knowing tomorrow would be the same? After I arrived at my apartment, I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch to watch some TV. I looked to my right and the clock said 11:33 PM. At some point, I slowly drifted off to sleep and had dreams of beautiful fields with radiant, blossoming sunflowers in it. I explored the field, running my hands along the long strands of grass that came up to my waist. I wished to stay here forever. It was beautiful. There were huge, endless mountainscapes with a bright orange sky. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower from the earth.

My eyes opened and gazed at my apartment ceiling.

I adjusted my eyes slowly and lifted my head to face forward. I breathed in and noticed how thick the air was. It felt like a clotted liquid trying to force itself into my nostrils, every inhale heavy and reluctant to enter. I stood up. The walls were a different color, a color I would have never chosen. "This isn't my apartment," I whispered. Dust coated everything, but not gray dust; it was a color I've never seen before. I turned around, and my couch was a different material and color. I saw portraits of people I had never known. Their faces were warped in ways I could not understand. "Where am I? What is this?" I said quietly to myself.

I rushed to my bedroom. The bed was made with sheets I didn't recognize. The room felt lived in, but not by me. I stumbled out of my bedroom and headed toward the apartment door. I threw the door open and walked out and saw the hallway stretching infinitely in all different directions. "This can't be real!" I screamed into the void. I began running, but it just kept stretching on. Door after door, it was all the same.

The walls began collapsing, and I collapsed with it.

I saw colors, shapes, objects, people. I saw everything and nothing all simultaneously. Things flashed in my eyes, in my head. I looked down, and my arms were not arms, my legs were not legs. I only saw objects which I could never comprehend. I stood up and continued running through colors, through shapes, through objects. I laughed, cried, and screamed all at the same time. I felt every emotion I had ever felt, and more. I felt things I had never felt, things no human could ever feel. What am I? What am I? I saw myself as a child, then an old decrepit man, then a corpse being lowered into the ground. I saw old memories, new memories, and memories that could never happen. Time was closing in on itself. I saw strangers. I saw my parents. I saw my sisters. I saw everyone who had ever lived all at once. I screamed again, but the sound split into languages I had never known. Then I collapsed again.

I felt the cold, hard dirt on my face. It was cracked and splintered, like rain hadn't graced its presence in decades. I stood up and saw I was in a forest. I began walking, thinking of all I had seen and all I would never see. I saw a clearing up ahead and exited the forest. It was the same place as my dream, more beautiful than it had been before. The sun shone bright; I felt the heat touch every ounce of my skin. I closed my eyes and walked through the field just as I had done in my dream. The heat got hotter and hotter. My skin started to boil, burning away like logs in a fire. I reached my hand out and felt the soft grass on my fingertips. My fingers began melting away in the immense heat. I opened my eyes and saw the jagged, monolithic mountainscapes. My left eye exploded and drooped down my face, leaving a trail of slime from the fluid. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower. It was the most yellow sunflower I had ever seen. I pushed it up against my nose and inhaled, smelling the flower along with the charred meat aroma which filled the air. Flames devoured my hair, burning down to the base of my skull. I collapsed to the ground, still clutching the sunflower with the glob of burning meat and bone that was my hand. I burned for centuries. I became a pile of burning tendons and fluids. There was nothing left on this earth. The only sound to be heard was that of burning meat. I burned and burned, my being going up in smoke for decades. 

I woke up.

My eyes adjusted and I was sitting back on my couch staring at the ceiling. How long has it been? I look over to my right and see my alarm clock. It read 2:33 AM. "How has it only been 3 hours?" I muttered to myself. I slowly get up and walk to my bedroom. I immediately fall on my bed and sleep. Hours pass and my phone wakes me up with an alarm I set for work. I get up and begin my normal morning routine. I felt weird but I did not recall the dream I had. I walked to my car and began my slow, traffic filled trip to work. I parked a block away and walked to the small sandwich shop I work at. “Hey Mark, glad you could make it!” My boss gleefully exclaimed as I walked inside. “Yeah.” I responded in a monotone voice, and I clocked in for the day. “Mark, please do not forget to greet every customer! That goes towards your bonus, you know.” “Will do Mr. Peter.” As I was working, images of what I had seen the night before flashed into my brain. I began to see all the colors, shapes, and people all over again. My mind was racing and I was staring into the void once again. “Uh…Sir?” A voice snaps me back into reality. “I said I wanted the turkey sub. Did you not hear me? I said it pretty clearly.” The slightly overweight woman declares with a scoff. “Oh..right. Coming right up.” I say with a clearly faked customer service voice. I serve the lady her sub and she pays. “You people are always the same.” she said with another scoff. I stare blankly as she walks out the door. Some time passed and eventually it was time to leave. “Need anything else before I go Mr. Peter?” “No Mark, just make sure you get some rest tonight. No more zoning out alright?” I stare at him then clock out. “See ya Mark.” he says coldly.

I arrived at my apartment. The drive was the same boring slow drive that it was every day. I walk up the stairs and fumble around with my keys. My neighbor walks up behind me and enters her apartment. She’s attractive but that's all. I know nothing else about her. I sigh and enter my apartment. I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch once again. I look over to my clock. 11:33 PM. I turn on my TV and drift off into the void. 
I woke up with my face laying on the cold dirt. I stand up and look around to see that it's the same place as my dream. But something was wrong. I could smell rotting flesh in the air. It smelled terrible, like an animal that's been dead for hours. I walk down the dirt path and eventually come across a clearing. I also found the source of the smell. It was the same clearing as before. I look down and see what's left of my burning body. I looked at the clump of fluids and tendons and saw the yellow sunflower I remember picking up. “Mark.” A deep echoing voice calls out to me. I jump and look around for the source of the voice. I waited for it to speak again but the only sound I heard was that of burning flesh. “H-hello?” I say, confused. I look up to see a man floating down from the sky. He had huge black wings attached to his back and two smaller wings coming out of his head. The only thing he had covering his muscular body was a large white cloth tied around his waist. “Hello Mark.” He said in a calm voice as he landed on the ground. I step back in disbelief. “Do you recall seeing this place in your dreams recently?” “I- Yeah I think I remember this from my dream last night.” He chuckles. “You have been here more than just last night.” As soon as he says that visions rush into my head. I suddenly remember waking up here, walking around, then burning for eons. Hundreds or maybe thousands of times, just burning and burning. I fall to my knees and scream “Make it stop please!” It immediately stops and I stand back up. “What do you want from me?” 

The ceiling of my apartment meets my gaze once again.

I look over and once again the clock reads 2:33 AM. I get up quickly and run to the bathroom. I vomit profusely into the toilet. I sit down on the bathroom floor next to my toilet and stare blankly into the ceiling. That leads me to this post. I pulled out my phone right after that and started typing this out. My brain feels fried and I do not know how many times I've had that dream and met that thing. I only remember what I have written in this post, but the days are blurring together, and I don't know what to do next.

My name is Mark. I went to sleep and I think I discovered a god.

Monday was a normal, boring, slow day. I clocked out from work and got into my car. I drove home. Why was my life so unfulfilled? As I slowly drove through the traffic, I looked at all the people walking along the bustling sidewalks. Did they feel the same way? Did they wake up every day knowing tomorrow would be the same? After I arrived at my apartment, I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch to watch some TV. I looked to my right and the clock said 11:33 PM. At some point, I slowly drifted off to sleep and had dreams of beautiful fields with radiant, blossoming sunflowers in it. I explored the field, running my hands along the long strands of grass that came up to my waist. I wished to stay here forever. It was beautiful. There were huge, endless mountainscapes with a bright orange sky. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower from the earth.

My eyes opened and gazed at my apartment ceiling.

I adjusted my eyes slowly and lifted my head to face forward. I breathed in and noticed how thick the air was. It felt like a clotted liquid trying to force itself into my nostrils, every inhale heavy and reluctant to enter. I stood up. The walls were a different color, a color I would have never chosen. "This isn't my apartment," I whispered. Dust coated everything, but not gray dust; it was a color I've never seen before. I turned around, and my couch was a different material and color. I saw portraits of people I had never known. Their faces were warped in ways I could not understand. "Where am I? What is this?" I said quietly to myself.

I rushed to my bedroom. The bed was made with sheets I didn't recognize. The room felt lived in, but not by me. I stumbled out of my bedroom and headed toward the apartment door. I threw the door open and walked out and saw the hallway stretching infinitely in all different directions. "This can't be real!" I screamed into the void. I began running, but it just kept stretching on. Door after door, it was all the same.

The walls began collapsing, and I collapsed with it.

I saw colors, shapes, objects, people. I saw everything and nothing all simultaneously. Things flashed in my eyes, in my head. I looked down, and my arms were not arms, my legs were not legs. I only saw objects which I could never comprehend. I stood up and continued running through colors, through shapes, through objects. I laughed, cried, and screamed all at the same time. I felt every emotion I had ever felt, and more. I felt things I had never felt, things no human could ever feel. What am I? What am I? I saw myself as a child, then an old decrepit man, then a corpse being lowered into the ground. I saw old memories, new memories, and memories that could never happen. Time was closing in on itself. I saw strangers. I saw my parents. I saw my sisters. I saw everyone who had ever lived all at once. I screamed again, but the sound split into languages I had never known. Then I collapsed again.

I felt the cold, hard dirt on my face. It was cracked and splintered, like rain hadn't graced its presence in decades. I stood up and saw I was in a forest. I began walking, thinking of all I had seen and all I would never see. I saw a clearing up ahead and exited the forest. It was the same place as my dream, more beautiful than it had been before. The sun shone bright; I felt the heat touch every ounce of my skin. I closed my eyes and walked through the field just as I had done in my dream. The heat got hotter and hotter. My skin started to boil, burning away like logs in a fire. I reached my hand out and felt the soft grass on my fingertips. My fingers began melting away in the immense heat. I opened my eyes and saw the jagged, monolithic mountainscapes. My left eye exploded and drooped down my face, leaving a trail of slime from the fluid. I crouched down and plucked a sunflower. It was the most yellow sunflower I had ever seen. I pushed it up against my nose and inhaled, smelling the flower along with the charred meat aroma which filled the air. Flames devoured my hair, burning down to the base of my skull. I collapsed to the ground, still clutching the sunflower with the glob of burning meat and bone that was my hand. I burned for centuries. I became a pile of burning tendons and fluids. There was nothing left on this earth. The only sound to be heard was that of burning meat. I burned and burned, my being going up in smoke for decades. 

I woke up.

My eyes adjusted and I was sitting back on my couch staring at the ceiling. How long has it been? I look over to my right and see my alarm clock. It read 2:33 AM. "How has it only been 3 hours?" I muttered to myself. I slowly get up and walk to my bedroom. I immediately fall on my bed and sleep. Hours pass and my phone wakes me up with an alarm I set for work. I get up and begin my normal morning routine. I felt weird but I did not recall the dream I had. I walked to my car and began my slow, traffic filled trip to work. I parked a block away and walked to the small sandwich shop I work at. “Hey Mark, glad you could make it!” My boss gleefully exclaimed as I walked inside. “Yeah.” I responded in a monotone voice, and I clocked in for the day. “Mark, please do not forget to greet every customer! That goes towards your bonus, you know.” “Will do Mr. Peter.” As I was working, images of what I had seen the night before flashed into my brain. I began to see all the colors, shapes, and people all over again. My mind was racing and I was staring into the void once again. “Uh…Sir?” A voice snaps me back into reality. “I said I wanted the turkey sub. Did you not hear me? I said it pretty clearly.” The slightly overweight woman declares with a scoff. “Oh..right. Coming right up.” I say with a clearly faked customer service voice. I serve the lady her sub and she pays. “You people are always the same.” she said with another scoff. I stare blankly as she walks out the door. Some time passed and eventually it was time to leave. “Need anything else before I go Mr. Peter?” “No Mark, just make sure you get some rest tonight. No more zoning out alright?” I stare at him then clock out. “See ya Mark.” he says coldly.

I arrived at my apartment. The drive was the same boring slow drive that it was every day. I walk up the stairs and fumble around with my keys. My neighbor walks up behind me and enters her apartment. She’s attractive but that's all. I know nothing else about her. I sigh and enter my apartment. I showered, brushed my teeth, and slumped onto my couch once again. I look over to my clock. 11:33 PM. I turn on my TV and drift off into the void. 
I woke up with my face laying on the cold dirt. I stand up and look around to see that it's the same place as my dream. But something was wrong. I could smell rotting flesh in the air. It smelled terrible, like an animal that's been dead for hours. I walk down the dirt path and eventually come across a clearing. I also found the source of the smell. It was the same clearing as before. I look down and see what's left of my burning body. I looked at the clump of fluids and tendons and saw the yellow sunflower I remember picking up. “Mark.” A deep echoing voice calls out to me. I jump and look around for the source of the voice. I waited for it to speak again but the only sound I heard was that of burning flesh. “H-hello?” I say, confused. I look up to see a man floating down from the sky. He had huge black wings attached to his back and two smaller wings coming out of his head. The only thing he had covering his muscular body was a large white cloth tied around his waist. “Hello Mark.” He said in a calm voice as he landed on the ground. I step back in disbelief. “Do you recall seeing this place in your dreams recently?” “I- Yeah I think I remember this from my dream last night.” He chuckles. “You have been here more than just last night.” As soon as he says that visions rush into my head. I suddenly remember waking up here, walking around, then burning for eons. Hundreds or maybe thousands of times, just burning and burning. I fall to my knees and scream “Make it stop please!” It immediately stops and I stand back up. “What do you want from me?” 

The ceiling of my apartment meets my gaze once again.

I look over and once again the clock reads 2:33 AM. I get up quickly and run to the bathroom. I vomit profusely into the toilet. I sit down on the bathroom floor next to my toilet and stare blankly into the ceiling. That leads me to this post. I pulled out my phone right after that and started typing this out. My brain feels fried and I do not know how many times I've had that dream and met that thing. I only remember what I have written in this post, but the days are blurring together, and I don't know what to do next.

My name is Mark. I went to sleep and I think I discovered a god.