Scared

I was always scared of Satan in my sleep.  That was when she always tried to visit me.  In the middle of my sleep, always a little after 3 – the bewitching hour is what they told me.  Dreams were vivid and my sleep was deep and I began to dread the moment her lips would move and her voice would speak.  She always said "come follow me", and I'd sleep walk the house in the middle of the night at 3.  My door left open the slightest so I could see into the hall and watch my cat when he'd come and leave.  Satan, she liked to pester me by peering in through the door so she could see as I lay there fast asleep yet I could feel her as she'd creep and quickly open my eyes for a peek.  One night I screamed "What do you want from me!?" and she ran off down the hall, a pitter-patter to her feet.  I rose from my sheets and ran to moms bedroom door – trying so hard to speak but, she could not hear me so clearly so I went back to my sweet room to hear the echo of my heart beat as I tried to breathe because I knew that she was still out there, lingering.  Soon, I heard the floor squeak and the door moved open towards me and I screamed "Go away!" but, it was mom coming in with her Bible to pray over me.