I wrote this in creative writing, the topic was Fear- only you couldn't use the word or any synonyms, so here's my take one it.
I woke up at 2:57 AM once more. The first time this occurred was three weeks ago, on a Tuesday. I remember it clearly, I've memorized the event that here yet to come tonight, but still I trembled. Silently my bedroom door swung open, a dark hallway coming into view, though I knew I couldn't move I struggled to get out of the way, to get up and run. When the first figure had shown itself, I stopped attempting my escape and lay very quietly, very still. I held my breath, just as I do every night, and the figure start to drift toward my bed. It has no features, it is only a silhouette, a shadow. Look up these shadow people on the internet, and as skeptical as you may be. You will find them.
My heart quickens, and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see the scene before me. My eyes shoot open involuntarily, and I cannot look away now. It's only 2:58 AM, but it feels like an eternity has passed, not a moment. The incubus appears, crawling on the ceiling from the darkest corner of my room, the back left. Its long claws drag across the popcorn ceiling, debris falling in every direction. Long, serrated, needle-like teeth that come in hundreds could no longer fit in its mouth, dork sockets instead of eyes placed off center of a deformity you could call a face. Somehow all its joints are backwards; like they'd been smashed in with a hammer.
It's 2:59 AM, I only have to withstand one more moment, this illusion will end at 3:00, it always does. The demon descends from the ceiling and sits on my chest, staring down on me as if it had eyes, those sockets cold, gaping, and empty. I've been holding my breath so long I feel like I am about to explode, The demons razor like nails lacerate my arms, driving themselves into my shoulders. Just 30 more seconds left. I feel a presence to my right, and it shouldn't be there. Glancing through my peripheral vision I can make out a blurred shadow person in my doorway, only this one it taller, it's wearing what appears to be a top hat, and carries with it a cane.
It seems to dismiss me, and simply waves the cane towards the other two. I snap my eyes back to look back at the demon atop of me, and then back to the clock, 10 seconds. Slowly looking back at the demon, a grin creeps across its face, a disturbing, sick, twisted grin. My bed seems to shake, and whilst looking for the source, I realize that the shadow on the edge of my bed was, laughing? No sound was emitted, but all signs pointed to a fit of laughter. It was shaking and its head was thrown back. My alarm goes off, and finally it’s 3:00 AM. I release the breath I’d been holding for so long. Only to realize I couldn’t draw another. The only figure that had exited the room was the man with the cane. The others were still present. And I was suffocating, however slowly, the thing was choking me. It should have been over, they should have left at 3:00, this shouldn't be happening. There's a metallic taste in my mouth and I realize I've chewed through my bottom lip, my head pounding, and my vision cloudy. Please just let it end already.
Time of death, 3:01