The dip of the mattress woke me—the distinct sensation of something else’s weight. My first assumption was that Amrita had come to check on me again. But I was pinned by the dregs of sleep paralysis. I couldn’t flip my body around to see what perched behind me. The weight was an imposing pressure beside my feet. Sound wouldn’t leave my mouth no matter how hard I tried, my mind still remembering how to call itself back from REM. Finally, I let out a little hum. Needles prickled all the way down my wrists as my limbs came back to life, and I pushed myself up on my elbows and twisted. Nothing.
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Fuck. This is so vivid and horrifying.
