Lekhny post -29-Aug-202 impending doom

'It's time to sleep now, Justin. Seriously. You're getting too old for this.' My father stated, while slipping the covers underneath the edges of my body, to keep me snug in place as he tucked me in. 'You're almost eight years old. You know the difference between what's real and what isn't.' His words didn't comfort me in the least. He didn't know what I knew. He couldn't see what I have seen. To this date, I'm still uncertain if what I had experienced on a nightly basis, was a series of reoccurring dreams, or a supernatural event that took place, which left me in a state of paralysis, and unable to die. I'm still here though, so it had to be a dream? Didn't it? My father gave a slow shake of his head, bringing his hand up to run his index and thumb against his thick mustache, one that was commonly seen on any man who had served time in the Canadian Militia. He was sleep deprived, and stressed because of my constant appearances in my parent's bedroom late at night, due to these... Events? 'Now go to bed. I don't want to have to talk to you again about this.' He stood from the side of the bed. He turned around, wearing his dark blue house coat, wrapped about his form so that nothing but the calves of his legs could be seen. He reached out for the light switch to my room. 'Wait.. Leave it on?' I asked, almost in a begging tone, thinking that the light would be the key to keeping this.. Creature.. Away. 'Justin. You're too old to be sleeping with the light on.' My father responded in his usual stern, uncompromising voice. 'Please...' I used my best pleading tones on him, hoping to sway his decision. A few seconds went by with his hand on the switch. 'Alright. But just for tonight.' He stepped around the corner and closed my door, which made me nervous for some reason. I waited to hear the sounds of footsteps that my father made as he trekked down the hall to his room, and then sprang from my bed, rushing to my door and opening it as gently as I could, so that I wouldn't alarm my parents with the sounds, completely absent minded to the fact that the light from my room shone directly into their bedroom, as they never slept with the door closed. I let out a soft sigh, sticking my head out of my door frame to gaze down towards their room. I could see a dark image of my father retiring to his bed. I then turned my head to look down the opposite side of the hall, which led to the living room, but for some reason, I couldn't see anything. Just a pitch black tunnel which lead to a void of nothingness. Clearly not the case, but my over-active imagination was turning the gears in my mind. After a second or two of playing out in my mind, skeletons from a video game I had played earlier, emerging from the black hole in the hallway that I had been staring into, I shook the thoughts from my head, and moved back to my bed, which was tightly placed in the south eastern corner of my room. My door was just a few feet away from the foot of my bed. I liked it, because I could see someone coming, giving me the chance to prepare myself for company. That's what I told my family anyway. The real reason for the bed placement was so that I could watch the monsters and demons who were crawling into my room to take me away, warning me so that I could hide underneath of my covers. They couldn't get me there. They could never get me there. I reached to the side of my bed, where a pair of milk crates were stacked on one another, and an old radio played music from a radio station I listened to quite frequently. A minor amount of static could be heard in the background, but the joyful tones of the positively influenced music shut out the eerie sound of nothingness. I relaxed against my pillow, dragging the sheets and the duvet up to my shoulders, wrapping the edges of them around my neck to assume a comfortable position as I curled up, staring at the clock of my radio, feeling my eyes becoming heavy. Sleep, becoming free of fear and any bad emotions that would accompany it. 'What was that?' I sprang, sitting straight up in my bed as the distinct sound of s