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This is another true story that a relative of mind told me a long time ago:
Rizaline stretched her arms and yawned. She had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking a quick and refreshing shower. She went to the other side of her bedroom and made sure the windows were only slightly shut to let the evening breeze in.
She padded over to her bed, which was pushed against one corner of her bedroom. Switching off her bedside lamp. Rizaline slid beneath the cool, beckoning sheets. The darkness felt oddly comforting. She turned to face the wall and settled comfortably on her side. She gave a deep sigh and was soon fast asleep.
She was in that state of semi-wakefulness. Sleep warred with consciousness and Rizaline fought the latter. She snuggled deeper into her pillow, refusing to be awakened.
"Rizaline."
It was her mother's voice. Hazily, she wondered why her mother was waking her already. Surely, it wasn't morning yet?
"Rizaline."
She could feel her mother's breath at the back of her neck as she whispered her name. But no, something was not right. Her eyes snapped open, her senses more alert. It wasn't her mother's voice - it was deeper and hoarse, like a supernatural creature.
She didn't dare turn around because she instinctively knew there was someone lying beside her on the bed, someone or something else. She could feel it dangerously close lying alongside her body, its breath fanning her nape. She lay there stiff as a board, agonizing, until unable to resist the curiosity; she shifted a little to sneak a peek behind her. It was a man, no a shadow man, one which was blacker than black!
The creature started to pant against her skin and she felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head. Heat went down her neck and flowed down her spine to her legs. She couldn't move her arms and legs! She tried to scream but she couldn't speak. Her skin prickled with awareness of whatever it was that was beside her. She was so afraid that it would attack her. At the corner of her eye, she saw a black hand slowly reaching down to touch her face.
Desperately, she closed her eyes and silently prayed Psalm 91, "...For Thou, O Lord, art my refuge. Since you too have established the Most High as your shelter, no harm shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your tent. For He gives His angels orders regarding you, to protect where you go..."
As Rizaline recited the prayer, she could feel the heat slowly ebb down to her feet until it was no more. Her heartbeat started to slow down back to normal and she found that she could move again.
Cautiously, she opened her eyes and as she expected, her room was pitch black, but there was no sign of the black figure. She sobbed in relief and laid on her back, thanking God profusely for making the creature go away. She reached for the lamp switch, and soon her room was flooded in a warm, orange light. She looked at her alarm clock and it read 11pm. She didn't think she could go back to sleep. One thing was sure though, Rizaline doesn't sleep without her lamp shining brightly anymore.
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