The Dreams It Sends

I apologize for not writing sooner. I was preoccupied. I don't have time to explain right now, though.

The other night I had a strange dream. 

The Rake was on the end of my bed just staring at me. I was paralyzed with fear and I didn't know what to do. It continued to stare intently at me for a while, then it rose and picked me up from my bed. I still was unable to move. 

The Rake then took me to the woods and into a giant tree trunk. The bottom of the trunk had a whole which lead underground. It carried me into there and set me down inside a room. It then left. I remember staying in that underground room for a while and I was planning escape. Then I heard rustling from down the tunnel. I backed myself into the corner of the room. 

The room smelt of dried blood and mixtures of soil. A small table-like structure was formed in the middle of the dirt room. Nothing else resided in the area. 

The noises were approaching and my heart felt like it was going to tear out of my chest itself. The Rake hobbled into the room and I froze with fear once again. 

It crawled over to me, picked me up once again and placed me onto the table. It's raspy telepathic voice spoke to me;

"Lie down, don't move."

I complied. As I did, the Rake's left arm began to morph and take another form. It looked like thee tendrils. I was mesmerized by this incredible ability that I didn't notice the pain from one of the tendrils shooting through my abdomen. The second one pierced my right lung and I felt the pain from that. Gasping for air, I looked at the Rake. It remained expressionless and then shot the third and final tendril into my heart.

I woke up in a sweat. I glanced over to where the Rake usually stood.

It was there...

"What... What just happened..?" I asked it.

"I gave you the image of what I could do to you. I am capable of that and much more." It spoke.

"But why? I don't understand." I said.

"One day... You will see." It sent it's final message.

I was unable to sleep the rest of the night.

What It Wants

            For the past couple nights I've been conversing with it, though it is little. I wanted to know why it watches me, why it doesn't harm me, why do I feel comfortable around it. I wanted answers.

           So I laid in the dark and it appeared once again. I turned to look at it and asked my first question.

           "Why are you here?" I asked. The Rake stayed silent for quite some time.

         "I have my own purposes." It spoke to me.

          I don't remember anything after that. I passed out. I figure it was from the fear and surprise that it actually spoke.

        I'm not sure if I should continue conversing with it or not.

That God Awful Sound

        It's voice... It's fucking voice...

        Dammit, I tried to communicate with it on Sunday night. It was crouched beside my closet staring, but I finally mustered up the courage. I look over and met the Rake's gaze. It's eyes seemed to narrow in on me, like it was a little taken back by my movement. 

      "You're the Rake, right?" I asked. I felt like I was going to fall apart from shaking so much.

       It's eyes narrowed even more when I spoke to it. It became hesitant but it finally spoke. It actually spoke! But it's lips didn't move... It spoke to me... In my head... In my fucking head... I've tried to keep my composure on here but it's seems that I'm slipping up.

      "You are correct." It said. It's voice was so... So... ragged and coarse as though his throat was obscenely damaged. But it had a sort of inhuman sound to it. I mean, of course it's not human, it's the Rake, but it sounded so gruesome.

       I immediately flipped over in my bed and, once again, fell asleep. I don't know if I want to speak with it anymore. It scared me so much, it's like I can still hear it's words. I don't know if it did something to me just by telepathically speaking to me but I feel different. Just... Different...

      What am I to do?

It Watches From The Dark

            It seems to scare me even more, but at the same time, comforts me. It's eyes stare at me with no intent of violence. I wonder if it's waiting for something or has grown attached to me. It does show up with fresh blood on it's lips and soil stains it's hands, but it doesn't bother me that much.

           It continues to come into my bedroom at night. When I saw it last night, I wanted to speak to it, but I was still too scared to muster up any words. Fear caught hold of my voice and kept it trapped within my throat.

          I dearly wish to know it's intent and reasons for watching me ever so closely. Is it attachment? Obsession? Reminder? Patience? I don't know, but I wish I knew. During the day, I can't seem to focus because my mind is constantly on the Rake. It haunts my thoughts and I over-think things.

         Tonight is another night. It's probably awaiting my descent into slumber. Once I turn off the lights, it will find it's way in and once again, and watch me. I wonder how I manage to sleep know that it's in the room. Maybe it uses an ability to make me sleep. Maybe it wants to hurt me in my sleep, or it doesn't want me to suffer from sleep deprivation. I'm not entirely sure. It's frightening and comforting presence confuses me.


        What am I destined for? What does it want with me? I guess I must start my research on it. Tonight, I will attempt communication with the Rake.

Where It All Began

        Imagine you're laying down on your bed in almost complete darkness. Everything is quiet. Everything is still. Until you notice something shift from the corner of your eye. You try not to move much, in fear of what it is but your eyes attempt to scan the room. You find a pair of glowing eyes staring back at you. Your heart skips a beat from the shock. You can't move because you don't know what to do or how to react.
       
        Your vision adjusts to the darkness and this creature continues to watch you. You see that the creature is as pale as snow, in a humanoid form, with a dirty face covered in mud and old blood. It has no hair and it's eyes glow an eerie yellow. It stays crouched to the floor in order to slightly conceal itself.  You begin to sweat and try to plan an escape for yourself. It's crouching by the wall, so you figure you could make a dash to the door on the other side of the room, but you don't know how fast this thing could be. Eventually and oddly enough, you manage to drift off to sleep despite your immense fear. 

        The next morning, you wake up unharmed. You brush off last night's encounter as a simple nightmare that you had. It couldn't have possibly been real. Monsters like that don't exist. But unfortunately, it did actually happen, because the same thing happens the next night.

        This is what happened to me. I saw the Rake. It watches me. This creature is sickening. It gives off a smell of death and grime. Sometimes, I come close to vomiting. My name is Clare, I am 16 and I am slowly but surely being hunted by the Rake.

        The first time I saw the Rake, was when I was 10. It appeared in my bedroom as I was trying to sleep. I did eventually sleep, and I woke up the next morning thinking it was a nightmare, but it kept happening. The Rake would be in my room for a few nights at a time just watching me. I never understood why, though. It had always made me wonder. Then, it just stopped appearing. I hadn't seen that awful creature until just a couple weeks ago. I was, once again, trying to sleep, when I noticed those creepy eyes. It was crouched in my room again and shivers ran through me. I fell asleep. 

       I am scared for my life. I don't know what to do, how to escape. I just want it to leave me alone. I have made this to ask for help. This is the Rake I am dealing with. I have researched it a little and the way it's victims end up is frightening. I don't want to die like that, ripped apart. I try to keep my composure around the creature, but my mind feels like it's deteriorating. I need help.