Normality isn't something we have in our possession, it's something our lives are blessed with. What may seem normal to you might not be a luxury others you share the world with have. For some that normality might be having all four limbs functioning properly, or all five senses working together to keep the body running. For a select few, they face something so far from normality that they could only dream of the way life was before.
Tonight, I had the luxury of using the restroom and getting ready for bed like an average person. Brushing my teeth to unsure I didn't wake up with a bad taste in my mouth. My mother had always told me, if you sleep with fresh breath you will have nothing but good dreams that night. Of course over the years I stopped believing this, as the last few nights for example, I've had nothing but nightmares night after night.
After brushing my teeth, I grabbed my pajama pants and a thin t-shirt and threw those on in the bathroom. I knew I lived alone, yet I still had the feeling as though I was being watched. I didn't want this imaginary creep to catch a peak at any goods I have hiding beneath.
After getting changed, I threw my clothes in the hamper beside my bedroom door and turned off the lights, my dim LED lights I'd covered my room with illuminating it just enough for me to make my way to my bed. I crawled beneath my covers and let out a happy sigh as I finally felt warm and comfortable.
I grabbed my phone from the dresser next to my bed and turned it on, the bright light from the screen being too much for my eyes, leaving me squinting. After my eyes adjusted, I made my way to YouTube and watched the newest video from my favorite channel. The video had the usual two people hosting the little show. They talked often about cool things they'd found while scrolling through the internet that day.
One of the hosts on the show began talking about possessions by demons, stating that the occurrence of the phenomenon was becoming more frequent than we were previously lead to believe. Even going as far as saying your favorite animals could even be possessed and we'd never know it. Unless they began talking to us. That made everyone on the show laugh, going into a side conversation about what different animals would say if they could talk.
This made me look over to my dog. I saw that my dog was laying in her bed, head raised and staring at me, unblinking.
I didn't think much of it and went back to my video, chuckling some at the absurdity of my dog being possessed. I continued watching until the very end of the video, turning it off before they started their standard ad promotion thing.
"What are you afraid of?" I heard the voice on the other side of the room, a deep man's voice. I jumped and looked over, to see my dog still staring at me.
"What are you afraid of?" the faceless voice repeated it's question.
"Right now, probably you!" I replied, sitting up, knees to my chest and my covers pulled over me.
My dog started walking over to me, opening its mouth to reveal its sharp teeth, twisting its face into one of anger. "WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?" the voice boomed, startling me and making me nearly topple over onto the floor.
"SNAKES!" I replied. "I'm afraid of snakes."
Shortly after saying this, my dog stopped in front of my bed, still looking up with me, her face once again calm. I reached down to pet her- and something jumped out from beneath my bed and bit my hand. I pulled my arm back up to see what I could only assume were marks from a snake bite. I then saw a snake slithering from beneath my bed and make its way to the bedroom door, slithering beneath it.
I looked down at my dog, hoping it wasn't possessed. I then heard that same voice whisper in my ear, "See, now that wasn't so bad."
Tonight, I had the luxury of using the restroom and getting ready for bed like an average person. Brushing my teeth to unsure I didn't wake up with a bad taste in my mouth. My mother had always told me, if you sleep with fresh breath you will have nothing but good dreams that night. Of course over the years I stopped believing this, as the last few nights for example, I've had nothing but nightmares night after night.
After brushing my teeth, I grabbed my pajama pants and a thin t-shirt and threw those on in the bathroom. I knew I lived alone, yet I still had the feeling as though I was being watched. I didn't want this imaginary creep to catch a peak at any goods I have hiding beneath.
After getting changed, I threw my clothes in the hamper beside my bedroom door and turned off the lights, my dim LED lights I'd covered my room with illuminating it just enough for me to make my way to my bed. I crawled beneath my covers and let out a happy sigh as I finally felt warm and comfortable.
I grabbed my phone from the dresser next to my bed and turned it on, the bright light from the screen being too much for my eyes, leaving me squinting. After my eyes adjusted, I made my way to YouTube and watched the newest video from my favorite channel. The video had the usual two people hosting the little show. They talked often about cool things they'd found while scrolling through the internet that day.
One of the hosts on the show began talking about possessions by demons, stating that the occurrence of the phenomenon was becoming more frequent than we were previously lead to believe. Even going as far as saying your favorite animals could even be possessed and we'd never know it. Unless they began talking to us. That made everyone on the show laugh, going into a side conversation about what different animals would say if they could talk.
This made me look over to my dog. I saw that my dog was laying in her bed, head raised and staring at me, unblinking.
I didn't think much of it and went back to my video, chuckling some at the absurdity of my dog being possessed. I continued watching until the very end of the video, turning it off before they started their standard ad promotion thing.
"What are you afraid of?" I heard the voice on the other side of the room, a deep man's voice. I jumped and looked over, to see my dog still staring at me.
"What are you afraid of?" the faceless voice repeated it's question.
"Right now, probably you!" I replied, sitting up, knees to my chest and my covers pulled over me.
My dog started walking over to me, opening its mouth to reveal its sharp teeth, twisting its face into one of anger. "WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?" the voice boomed, startling me and making me nearly topple over onto the floor.
"SNAKES!" I replied. "I'm afraid of snakes."
Shortly after saying this, my dog stopped in front of my bed, still looking up with me, her face once again calm. I reached down to pet her- and something jumped out from beneath my bed and bit my hand. I pulled my arm back up to see what I could only assume were marks from a snake bite. I then saw a snake slithering from beneath my bed and make its way to the bedroom door, slithering beneath it.
I looked down at my dog, hoping it wasn't possessed. I then heard that same voice whisper in my ear, "See, now that wasn't so bad."
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