Despite your insistence that every skeleton you’ve seen tonight has only been a figment of your imagination, it still takes two sleeping pills for you to finally get some shut eye. Even then, your sleep is haunted by skeletons chasing you endlessly.
When you wake up in the middle of the night and see that it is 3:34am according to your clock, it takes you a moment to realize why you are awake. But then you feel them.
Icy, bony hands creep across your body, feeling like a thousand spider crawling on your skin. You want to scream, but your body won’t obey your brain’s commands. You lie there in your bed, paralyzed with fear.
A few of the hands disappear, replaced by a skeletal face staring down at you from the side of your bed. Flesh hangs from its skull and jaw, red splotches of dried blood decorating its bones. The paralytic terror eases enough for you to form coherent thoughts that allow to form a plan.
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