I am prone to sleepwalking, always have been from a young age. I have this gift, a talent almost to recollect exactly where I went when I was in this comatose state, what I did and how I get there.
Its something I joked about, and something I enjoyed. Me being totally obsessed with the paranormal, phenomenons and other 'creepy' stuff, I loved this gift.
I remember it like it was just yesterday, the feeling of waking up and not knowing how I got there, who I was and vice versa, I had slept too heavily. It would appear that at that night, I had not sleepwalked and instead stayed in my bed, as sleepwalking usually made me even more restless than I already was.
Everything in the situation suggested that I had stayed at home, apart from the dirt under my fingernails, my dirty legs and feet and what appeared to be blood that had dried on my hands. A feeling of numbness and horror shook me, making all of my limbs completely under the whim of my own terror. Where was the blood from? Where had I gone? Why do I not remember?
I decided the best solution to this issue is to just take a shower and write it off as a one off. When I got out of the shower however, I noticed that the time on my clock had stopped at 3:00 in the morning, which was a bit eerie, but I thought nothing of it.
I tried to leave my house, but I felt increasingly sick, as if something dragged me back into the house and begged me to not leave, and instead to remain. I had to vomit, so I ran to the bathroom and did just that.
I decided it was best to probably go back to bed, so I reluctantly got back in bed, and grabbed my phone to ring work.
*Ring* *Ring* An answer from the other side woke me even more, however the call was riddled with static, making it almost impossible for me to here them.
"Hello, I'm ill and won't be in work today" I said loudly, but the other person kept repeating a greeting continuously
"Hello, Hello, Hello" it kept repeating.
I turned my phone off and put it back on the bedside table.
'Well that was fucking weird' I thought.
I felt myself drifting off into a deep slumber, but I felt very hot, as if my bed was heated and the radiators were on full blast. I tossed and turned but then realised that I was very cold now. How much time had passed? I do not know.
I checked the time on my phone. The bright numbers on the phone glowed and projected its time towards me, giving me a sense of burning in my eyes.
'3:00' again i thought? Why this time?
I got up and began to walk to the bathroom, but the house felt different. It almost felt like this was not my house, but the general layout and some of my belongings told me that my gut feeling was wrong. I realised that the house was shadowy, which was strange considering that my house is completely opposite street lights, and I did not like curtains or blinds, so my room was almost always lit.
I had the same stains on me that I awoke with yesterday, only these were fresh, and there was considerably more blood. There was some writing on my wall which had not been there before.
'Come visit me in HELL' it stated, written in blood red writing.
I became sick to my stomach. Had I written this? That's impossible.
I heard crying from my bathroom, loud and child like. I felt sicker still. What was happening? I don't remember any of this?
I turned around and got back in my bed, staining the sheets with the fresh blood on my fingertips. I felt myself fading away to sleep.
'Thank god it was just a dream.' I thought, not noticing the dried blood on my bed as I got up to go the bathroom.
It would seem my mind did not want me to remember this sleepwalking episode.