Just bad dreams right?
The camera cuts to a grainy, low-light shot of a messy bedroom. It’s 3:00 AM, according to the glowing numbers on a digital alarm clock in the background. "Hey guys, it's Dave again. It's night three." I said with a shaking voice, with dark circles under my eyes looking like bruises. As I giggled nervously "sorry if I look like crap I haven't slept more than two hours a night since the first video. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing that shadowy thing at the foot of my bed". Anyways a lot of you in the comments said I should set up a secondary camera to watch me while I sleep, just to prove it's sleep paralysis or whatever. So... I did. It’s recording right now at the foot of my bed." I point a trembling finger toward the ceiling. "If anything happens tonight, the footage will catch whatever it is. Anyways I'm gonna try to get some sleep. Wish me luck in the comments". The screen cuts to black, replacing the audio with the low, rhythmic hum of a bedroom fan. The camera shows it's 4:02 AM on the clock as the video switches to the night-vision angle from the corner of the room. Shows I'm a tangled up mess in my sheets, tossing & turning restlessly. Suddenly, the digital clock in the background begins to flicker. The numbers warp, shifting from 4:03 to a series of glitches. Then it shifts into different symbols as the camera bugs out a little bit. From within the shadows in the corner of the closet, as the darkness begins to split itself. It doesn't move like a shadow; it pours outward like thick, heavy liquid smoke, pooling across the floor. It defies the ambient light of the room, absorbing everything around it. Slowly, the smoke rises, shaping itself into a towering figure with two white dots for eyes. It glides toward the edge of the bed, hovering directly over my sleeping form. On camera, my breathing instantly stops. My back arches sharply off the mattress, a silent, agonizing gasp frozen in my throat. I awaken as the viewpoint abruptly snaps back to the primary camera on my nightstand. I jolted upright, tearing myself out of the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat. I’m gasping for air, clutching my chest as if something had been kneeling directly on it. As I said while out of breath "Oh my god," I cried into the palms of my hands. "It was right there. It was right on top of me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything". My body shook while I reached for my phone to stop the secondary camera recording as I checked the footage. I said while I caught a breath "I need to see it. I need to make sure I'm not crazy". I went to pull up the live feed of the room but stopped when I looked at the screen. I froze as the night-vision camera was still streaming. On my phone screen, I see myself sitting in bed, holding my phone, staring down in horror. But behind me rising from the shadows right was this jet black, smokey entity with those same white dots for eyes leaning over my shoulder, staring directly down into the phone screen at me. A faint, disembodied whisper echoes right against my ear as it bypasses the microphone entirely & it says to me. "Thanks for introducing me to your audience, Davey, I'll make sure your legacy stays alive". Before I could open my mouth to let out a scream the video feed abruptly cut to static & my body was never found again. But through the years more missing cases appear thanks to that same shadowy entity taking them while they sleep.