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I believe in angels and demons.

There was a time when I was young

I had a recurring dream

Late in the night

Pitch black room

Fan whirring

Sister inhaling and exhaling

Her breaths even and peaceful

Not mine.

My eyes were staring

At my covers pulled tight over my head

Only my little nose sticking out

To breathe, of course.

But you know how we tell ourselves those lies

To keep things at bay?

If I cover my head, they won’t know I’m here.

It won’t know I’m here.

It won’t find me, just think I’m some inanimate lump.

But not this time.

I to this day remember

Some dark, shapeless, languid shape,

like a man with no bones,

Sliding up to the window

From the outside

And slithering paper thin through the window.

Pale eyes and paler fangs

I couldn’t scream

Because I was paralyzed

Watching this thing making it’s way across the carpeted floor.

Making it’s way to me.

Silence, stealth and absolute terror swelled inside the room.

Closer and closer

And then I just started praying.

Clasping my hands together and praying as hard as I could.

Hail Mary

full of grace

the Lord is with you

Blessed are you among women

And blessed is the fruit of your womb

Holy Mary, Mother of GOD

Pray for us sinners

Now and at the hour of our death.

I prayed that over and over and over

I didn’t pause.

Screwed my eyes shut and kept on praying

Asking for peace of mind

Asking for it to go away

Asking for sleep to take me into a swift blissful nothing

Take me away from this darkness.

I don’t know when I fell asleep.

But I remember seeing bright sentinel figures holding torches

Around my bed.

Shoulder to shoulder stoic figures that didn’t speak or move.

But they were there and they kept watch through the night.

I drifted away.

And for that I believe.