Suffering From Nightmares

The following entries were found in New York City in the apartment of Kevin Johnson, who was found in critical condition by the police. He later died in hospital from his injuries.

December 5th, 2002

This journal is being written solely to help me deal with my recurring nightmares. It's been over a month since they began and I've tried everything in my capacity to get them to stop. Therapy, special yoga, pills, anything that I could afford, but nothing seems to take effect. I reasoned with myself for a while and then came to the conclusion that maybe writing them out and spilling out my feelings on paper could help.

I'm ending this entry rather quickly. I have an errand to run and I may not feel up to speed to write another entry.

December 6th, 2002

I had a nightmare. Not as terrible as the others I've had but still very horrid. It started with me standing in the middle of black nothingness. Everything was silent around me and I felt very strange, like I couldn't move. It was as if I was floating in midair. Gravity seemed to be nonexistent and I felt extremely light.

I spent half the dream stuck there, unable to move and in darkness. Yet another nightmare taking advantage on one of my fears. There seemed to be a consistent theme in all of my nightmares. Each one seemed to take one of my fears (which I had plenty of) and exploit it to the fullest.

Anyway, it was only at the end of it when everything shifted. I remember a blinding light, leaving me unable to see before feeling like I was falling from a great height. Opening my eyes led me to thrash around and scream as I saw that I was falling through the sky, a night sky. Then, as I was about to hit a patch of hard concrete ground, I woke up. Sweaty and having a mini-panic attack, I laid back down on my bed, staring intently at the ceiling until the sun rose and I was forced to start the day.

It is always the same. Nightmare, wake up, stare, start the day. I had no idea what started this chain of nightmares, but I definitely knew that they were making feel on edge.

December 7th, 2002

I'm actually surprised with myself that I was able to keep this a constant thing. I had another nightmare. It's very different from the last one.

Instead of being stranded in darkness, I was stranded in the middle of a desert. It was nighttime so it was freezing cold. I was surrounded by sand, cacti and dry bushes. This time, I was able to move. In an effort to try to warm myself up, I began running. By mistake, I kicked up sand which ended up getting in my eyes, forcing me to stop running.

The instant I stopped moving, a deep growl sounded from behind me. Reluctantly and slowly, I turned around to see what was there...

Coyotes, 2 packs of coyotes were staring at me with menacing, orange eyes. They were in their defensive stance, snarling and showing their teeth. Without thinking about it twice, I booked it.

I didn't stop to look back, the multiple growls following me, it indicated that I was in danger. This nightmare was worse than yesterday's, much worse. I remember how breathless I was, how much my throat and lungs burned and how my muscles ached.

In the ended, the coyotes caught up with me. One of them sunk their teeth in my leg and the others tackled me to the ground. The pain of my flesh getting torn apart by those animals was excruciating and stretched out. I can still hear my own pleads and begs for it to end in my head.  Something tells me that the nightmare was purposefully longer than the rest. It was as if something or someone wanted me to suffer. Or maybe it's just my irrationality and desperation to end this mental torture getting the best of me.

December 15th, 2002

I guess that chain of consistency is no more. Surprise, I had another nightmare. I think I take back the statement I made in this journal yesterday. Even though I am terribly afraid of coyotes, my fear of spiders is far greater.

Everything started with me being locked in a dimly lit, windowless room. From what I could tell, the room was a little grimy gray color. No doors were in sight and I was completely alone.

At first, I thought that nothing would happen since a considerable amount of time had passed and over the course of god knows how long, nothing happened. However, the sudden of soft scurrying steps came from above me.

I looked up and saw dozens upon dozens of spiders crawling around on the ceiling. Thick spider webs covered the whole ceiling and what looked to be spider egg sacs hung down. I was completely frozen in place, just staring at them with wide eyes.

I loathe spiders. Their appearance and unnatural movements creep me out, so the position and state I was in at that moment wasn't at all pretty.

Then, the sacs popped, sending a sea of spiders diving straight for my face. Spiders ran along my face and body, some went under my clothes and the rest went into my mouth and nose. I couldn't scream as the spiders completely filled my mouth, going to the back of my throat and down my esophagus.

Just like the last one, the nightmare lasted a long time. Each time I tried to shake off the spiders or spit them out, more would drop from the ceiling. I swear to god it is a miracle I didn't have a heart attack in my sleep. To be quite honest, all I wanted during that dream was a quick death to escape that hell but my wish didn't come true. I'm seriously at my limit. I can't get a mere 2 hours of sleep, I'm slowly losing my appetite and I can't go outside due to my constant paranoia.

I'm trying to reach out for help from psychologists and therapists, but all they are doing is shoving sleeping pills in my face. Fuck that. The pills aren't working, they're absolutely useless. Even when I tell them that they aren't taking effect, they either change the dose or tell me to wait. I did wait, nothing changed. I'm just hoping that the nightmares eventually go away at this point, but it doesn't look like it's happening anytime soon.

December 22nd, 2002

I had so many nightmares these past few days. Each worse than the next. All the nightmares showed me how much I feared certain things. Cars, fire, electricity, underwater creatures, medication, the list could be endless. Could be. I don't it will ever come to an end. I'm a very paranoid and skeptical person.

My paranoia is gradually getting worse. I tried to stay awake one night, but I still had a horrible time. Moving shapes, sounds coming from the hallway, the feeling of eyes on me and whispers kept me on edge. I can't even remember the last time I had a good night's rest. I've been feeling extremely weak and I noticed my weight depleting.

I've been doing extensive research to try to find out what was causing this. At this point, I'm fully convinced that these nightmares are caused by something or someone.

Some sources told me I may have a disorder called 'Nightmare disorder' also called 'Dream anxiety disorder'. Other articles say that it maybe be caused by supernatural forces such as demons.

I wanted to believe the more rational option but something at the back of my mind tells me it's a demon. I don't believe in demons and angels so this seemed crazy to me. I just can't seem to find a proper answer. Whatever, I have time to keep looking, I'll continue my research.

December 26th, 2002

Christmas came and left quickly. I didn't spend the festive holiday surround by my family and friends, but with crumpled up pieces of paper sprawled on the floor and cans of red bull all over the place.

Or course, the nightmares hasn't ceased, but they are becoming more tame strangely enough. My dosage of sleeping pills is said to be higher than prescribed and the professionals are telling me to stay careful. I am. I stopped taking the pills long ago.

So far, no progress has been made and I feel I'm at a dead end. The only good thing out of all of this is that I am getting more sleep at night. Maybe I'll find something by the end of this month.

January 3rd, 2003

No. No no. I refuse to believe such a stupid reason for all of these nightmares. It isn't rational in the slightest.

Nightmares are still consistent, but tame, Unfortunately now something new is happening. A few entries ago, I wrote about trying to stay awake and hearing whispers and seeing things all the while I was in bed. Now, I hear those same whispers often in a day. I see things moving from my peripheral vision. I hear constant banging on doors around my apartment.

Soon enough, I might even hear a voice speaking to me. Trying to make light of this situation is the best I can do right now. I'm just going to get back to my work.

No further entries have been discovered. Kevin Johnson was found in his bedroom with multiple stab wounds around his body. When examining his body, doctors found that his ribs and lungs were crushed. It was theorized that heavyweight around the chest area was the cause.

When searching around in Kevin's apartment, amongst many torn up pieces of paper, slips of paper with the words 'Night-hag' written repeatedly were discovered.

The police have ruled out Kevin's death as a suicide but some skeptics say it was murder. To this day, no one knows exactly how long Kevin Johnson's body sat in his apartment before it was uncovered but one thing was confirmed... Kevin Johnson suffered immensely before his death.