You had a massive headache, felt sore, and every inch of your body yearned to lay down. The house felt unreasonably cold, to the point where you saw your breath during exhales.
You leaned against the wall, trying to hold yourself up long enough to get to your bedroom and to bed right after that.
Each step feeling like a huge task until you finally got there. You pushed open the door, stumbled to your bed not even worrying about closing the door.
You collapsed onto your bed and crawled under the covers eager to get to sleep.
But sleep didn't come. Only a very realistic dream.
You heard ominous whispers swirling around you. Your door slammed shut in it's own.
You open your eyes facing the ceiling while, what must have been, a sleep paralysis demon was forming up there, as you found out you couldn't move your body.
The figure up on the ceiling stretched out to be a swirly grey black and white portal like hole.
The ominous whispers got louder and more audible
"Prepare the host. Get to work. Get you out of these things. Open wide."
The blanket over your body slid down. The buttons of your shirt appeared to undo themselves, after that was done, the button of your pants was undone before the zipper slid down. You body was still frozen as your shirt and pants slid off of you.
"Almost there. She's almost there. Making money. The link is almost ready." The whispers grew louder.
Your boxers were then tugged down your hips, legs, and off of your feet.
Thunder roared from the hole above as an attractive, but sleazy looking ghostly Chinese woman in a low cut top and mini skirt floated down from the hole. She was looking into your eyes with an absent intent as she drew nearer to your body. As she drew closer, her body rotated to face the same direction you were facing as her arms aligned with your arms, her legs with your legs, her body with your body. She disappeared into your body. You felt the coldness permiate through your body once she disappeared into you.
The nightmare was more confusing than scary, but you had a feeling the fear was yet to come
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