You wake up at three in the morning to the sound of your phone buzzing. Lazily, you check the blaring screen: it's your best friend and they seem to be in trouble. Desperate texts of help and he's here cover your screen. Confused you text back who's here? What's happening? And all they keep saying is help.

You try to call them but it goes straight to answering machine. Panicking, you keep spamming them, trying to get information, when suddenly the texts change from help to cold.
"What?" You text back.
Cold. They simply reply, so you stand up and walk around to think when your phone buzzes again.
Warmer.
She's playing the game you played as kids. The hot and cold game.
"What type of sick game is this?"
Warmer.
You play her stupid game and it leads you to the woods.
"This has gone far enough, where are you?"
......
......
Warmer.
You wait around for a proper answer until you hear an ear splitting scream and run into the maze of trees.
"Where are you!?" You yell, hitting branches out the way as warmer messages keep appearing on your phone.

Suddenly a different tune dings on your phone and you're in hell lights up the screen. Using your phone torch for help, you look around. You're in front of a river. However the river doesn't look like a river, instead of water it's full of thick, black liquid that reminds you of ink.

A desperate hand reaches out of the darkness and you recognise the bracelets as your friends. The one you where texting. You grab the arm and keep pulling and pulling, everything burning from effort. You finally pull the body out and your suspicions where correct: there was your friend. Her hair a mess, her eyes rolled back into her skull. You start pushing on her chest.
"C'mon!" You yell, tears in your eyes, "cough up the fucking water!"

Suddenly, a flood of crimson blood gushes out her mouth until nothing's left. Not even a small breath. She goes limp in your arms, she looks so wrecked and broken. You let out a distorted sob, willing her to come back.
Everyone plays together. Your phone buzzes.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You scream into the silent woods. Your friend gets flung out your arms and back into the inky river, sinking to the bottom. As a horrific creature appears in front of you. Flesh rotting and falling off the tall, sickly skinny figure. An unhinged jaw hangs loosely in a grin. Eyes missing from their sockets as red leaks out of both.

It moves slowly closer, but you're frozen in place, you breathing speeds up out of fear and you feel like you're going to collapse. It reached out its rotten hands, long twisted claws wrap around your throat as it lifts you higher and higher into the air, the end of the claws digging into your flesh, causing blood to ooze out slowly. Everything starts to turn fuzzy as a psychopathic laugh fills your ears.

You wake up shacking and sweating as you start to cry and wrap your arms around your self for comfort. Looking around your familiar room. You check your phone and none of the messages are there.
"Thank god, just a dream." You mutter, laying back down. Just before you close your eyes you see the distorted face in the corner. And you turn on the light to reveal.... Nothing....

So when people ask me why don't I sleep. That's why.