I woke to my fiance propped against the wall both hands shaking my shoulders. Fear and darkness clouded his once bright eyes. He was a changed man in this light. My own fear burst from my chest caging me in terror. I curled into him for comfort. Nothing could ease the lasting dread from my dream.

"You were screaming" The words cut through my like a knife. Never in my life had I screamed. I had, had nightmares and a few night terrors but I had never vocalized nor screamed during those episodes. I looked to the corners and the shadows seemed to flow into the center of themselves and create a darkness impenetrable by the naked eye. Even with the soft glow of Christmas lights, nothing seemed to fight against the woman in black staring down at our trio.

"Your feet were kicking out. It looked like you were being suffocated" My friend prompted and I shook my head. I reiterated my dream to the duo in front of me. They sat unable to give advice or reason behind the strange dream. We all knew who was behind it, yet refused to make eye contact with the demon. As fatigue took us one by one. I was last to close my eyes. This time I clinging onto my bed mate. With eyes trained to the corner. The woman faded back into the corner, nestled in darkness.

As time moved on. The lady in black became a distant memory, only to be haunted when we gave her acknowledgement. The nightmares however plagued each one of us. Days on end I would dream of shadowy shapes slowly encroaching like a cat on a mouse. I would be paralyzed each time as my eyes opened yet my body unable to move. Even writing this I can feel her glare from the corners of my room. I have not heard from either my friend nor Fiance in a while.

Don't ignore this message. You might not understand. But I knew what the woman wanted. Her grizzled hands always reached for something. She wanted life. She wanted us to feel her fear and anger.

I am scared. More and more recently as I write this. I feel her breathing down my neck. Her hands guiding my own. I fear my own actions are no longer my own. Just yesterday, I saw my friend and fiance call for the school security. They wanted to break me out of my dorm. I couldn't leave. They now sit in the bathtub awaiting for her. I don't have much time. I can't wait any longer. Do not believe I died tonight. I am here. I am alive. I am....

(The pages have this dark red stain obscuring the last paragraph. I will try to scan it, hopefully the computer can pick up any words left over.)

I am not dead. She has haunted me. I will not be able to control her for much longer. Do not acknowledge her. Don't stare at the corners in your dark room. She will look back at you.