The Unseen Watchers in Sleep

May 12, 2026

by Magali

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (195 words)

"For as long as I can remember, my nights have been filled with visitors I cannot see. My dreams unfold in familiar places—my childhood home, my current apartment, the very bed where I rest. In these dreams, I sense presences. I know precisely where they stand, though they have no form. I hear their voices, […]"

For as long as I can remember, my nights have been filled with visitors I cannot see. My dreams unfold in familiar places—my childhood home, my current apartment, the very bed where I rest. In these dreams, I sense presences. I know precisely where they stand, though they have no form. I hear their voices, a low murmur just beyond understanding.

I try to shout, to tell them to go away, but my voice is gone. I am frozen, a prisoner in my own mind. I have pleaded for help from any power that might listen, but no aid ever comes. The silence is my cage.

Once, a cold feeling, like a trickle of water, entered my mind through my ear. With a violent shake of my head, I forced it out and woke up gasping. Now, sometimes, as I drift toward sleep, the air in my room grows heavy and strange. My eyes fly open, my heart pounding. My body feels like an antenna, tuned to a frightening frequency.

I used to fight them physically in my sleep, twisting and turning to keep them from taking hold. I know this struggle was real.

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