"My abilities are growing. I can see more shapes now. Physical forms of entities that have since passed on. I can sense when that most are just desperately seeking help but some have other intentions. Much darker ones. And they are the ones that seem to come to me most often.
In my dreams, those demons are much more clear. Their snarling faces, tattered clothes, and haunting appearance all become lucid when I enter the dream realm. I haven't been able to find the strength to banish them yet. Nor have a been able to create a spell to ward them off. I'm still too frightened. I try to force myself to ignore them, to tell myself they aren't real, but then they make noises to keep my attention and strike fear in my soul. Or even worse, they touch me.
The most terrifying force that has come to me as of late has been this horrid looking woman with long, flowing white hair. She covers herself in shredded, grey robes and never allows me to look upon her face. She lurks in the doorway of my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, only allowing me to see her in my minds eye for a moment before fading back to a black, smoky outline. But she doesn't just frighten me from sleep, she relishes in playing a key role in a place that used to be my delightful, wonderland. Becoming the puppet master inside my head that weaves the horrifying tales that I act out every night seems to be her favorite past time.
She relishes in my inner turmoil, my past sexual experiences and darkest desires in particular. She digs at my most filthy and embarrassing desires, bringing them to full technicolor life, or she makes me relive horrific traumas and my most regretted partners in order to bring about pain and anguish inside my heart and mind.
