The Invisible Man

Sooo...last night I found out what a scary, messed-up, crazy place our brains can really be. I went to bed early, knowing that I would have to get up this morning and lead an academic team meeting before school. Around 11:45, I thought I heard Zephyr climb into bed, and half-opened my eyes to see the silhouette of a man, kneeling on my bed, about 14 inches from my face, just staring at me. Of course, at first I assumed I was dreaming, so I didn't panic, just looked back and tried to find the tell-tale signs that this was not real. The man moved, leaning closer and squinting into my eyes. Now I was freaking the heck out. Any plan that I thought I might have had for fighting off an attacker flew out the window. I tried to keep my breathing steady to not give anything away. The man leaned closer and to the side. I couldn't see his hands, so I didn't know whether he had a weapon. I thought I could be dead before I had a chance to fight if I yelled and he realized I was awake, so I was only going to yell as I made my move (which was going to majorly suck, because my legs were pinned under three blankets). The man leaned back and rolled his neck, which for some reason made me even more terrified than I had been before. I was trying to keep quiet, but I couldn't help it--I swallowed, and then knew that he must realize that I was awake by this point. As I prepared to lunge at him, my adrenaline kicked in to full gear, and I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. I struck out with the heel of my right hand, and as I sat up, staring at him, he disappeared right in front of me. I don't think I have ever been so scared in my life, and I have definitely never hallucinated so realistically. That man was 3-D, solid-looking, and I heard him move onto the bed. I saw him moving! What's the most freaky is that my eyes were open the ENTIRE TIME! I called Stacey immediately, waking her up, and she had to talk me back down out of my hysteria (along with the help of some funny Pinterest pictures). Needless to say, I slept with the lamp on for the rest of the night, unwilling to risk my invisible man coming back to visit. Who said adults don't have nightmares?