It Follows

The clock struck midnight. It was time to turn in for the night. Michael took off his shirt, and shorts only wearing his boxers. It was the third night, and so far so good, but he was reluctant to turn out the light. He lies there. Eyes adjusting to the darkness. Only enough light to make out the shapes of the furniture in the room. Michael stays awake in anticipation. Soon enough he grows tried, and feels as if it is safe to finally get some rest. Just as he closes his eyes he feels as if long fingers nails were scratching at his feet. Micael tries to jerk his foot under the blanket, but to his horror he could not move. He tries with all of his strength to move any part of his body, but all he could do was look around with his eyes. All of a sudden he feels the mattress sink as if someone were standing at the far corner of the bed. It steps closer. Each step getting heavier. Michael's heart beats faster, and faster as he watches the footsteps slowly creep closer. Michael feels pressure on his ankles. The entity was climbing over him. Then in an instance he no longer feels pressure. The room grew incredibly silent. He knew it was still here. He could feel it's presence looming. Michael realized he could finally move his torso, but not his legs. He sits up in a flash, but in that same flash is pushed back down to the bed. He felt the pressure of the entity holding him down on his shoulders. For the first time he could finally see it. But what he saw was utter darkness. He could no longer see anything else in the room, and all he can hear is groaning. He tries to fight it. He uses every bit of strength to try to sit back up, but he was being over powered. Michael starts praying in a last attempt of hope. His breath getting more, and more shallow. Michael knew it got him. Then in an instant Michael sits up with a massive gasp for breath. He looks around the room. The light of day had never looked so beautiful to him. "Was it a dream?" wether it were a dream, or not Michael was just happy to wake up again. He gets up, and heads to the bathroom. He looks in the mirror with horror. Bruise marks the shape of hands stained his shoulders. He hears a faint groan of someone hanging on to their life. Michael looks over his shoulder, and says "It found me."