Dream Catcher

(365 Day Writing Prompt Challenge; Day 8)

     Every so often a dream catcher has to be emptied of all the nightmares it's collected. How this happens is left unknown to the people, but I wouldn't identify myself as a person really. I live in the shadows, in the cracks no one can see into, in the room no one wants to go in when it's dark. I creep around and advance onto innocent victims in the dark of night. Mostly little children, they're the easiest to conquer.

     Still don't know who I am? I hate dream catchers, they rip me open and make me question my own existence. They tear me to shreds, leaving me motionless in the back of your mind. I torment you in your sleep, leave you waking up to the most terrible memories of me. I am the reason dream catchers were made, I am the reason you fear sleep, I am the reason you wake up not wanting to go back to sleep...I am your nightmare.