I have this strange Paranoia about closing my door, that when I open it next, something bad would happen to me.

Perhaps a face staring back at me, giving me an evil smile.

Or maybe I'm in a different house, my family gone.

Or maybe, just maybe, I'll get sucked into a black hole.

But now, my imagination is running wilder than ever. What if Nothing was there? I don't mean nothing like there's nothing there, I mean Nothing, the person of my nightmares.

He walks around as this pile of black rotting flesh at first, dragging weapons and tools of every kind hind him. Each tool was covered in rusty-brown liquids, me immediately knowing it was dried blood. In each dream, I had my door closed, and I go to open it. A lot of my dreams start off like this, so I only know it's this nightmare when I hear someone on the other side of the door say, "You should have left the door opened." Then I know that Nothing is on the other side. I have no choice but to open the door, or worse things would happen. Especially if I walked away from the door. When I open the door, his black rotten flesh quivers, quickly shifting and forming into something more terrifying. Every fear known to man, all combined into one. Clown head, spider legs, snakes for hair, one arm a robotic toy-machine claw with the other a normal human arm engulfed in fire, spiked tentacles emerging from his back, icicles protruding from his torso, piercing his polkadotted tuxedo shirt, and black eyes that reflect the universe's darkest secrets, staring straight into your soul, all of it standing six and a half feet tall. He had many other terrifying details, but I'll leave it with those details. (((((I would really see someone attempt to draw this, to see if you can understand what I'm talking about.....))))))

Why do I call him Nothing? Because there is no other name to describe him. Because calling him "Everything" or "All Fears" seems somehow childish. Because calling him Nothing is what feels right. As if that's what he wants me to call him. He's haunted my dreams since I was a child, and every kind ofmedication or training to get rid of dreams doesn't work. It seems to get rid of every one but that one, as if it wasn't a dream.

I need to go to school now. I'm in my room and I have my hand on the doorknob. I'm typing this on my hand with one phone, but I'm not opening the door. Why? Well for your information, the second I placed my hand on the door handle, I heard a whisper from outside my door. What was that whisper? "You should have left the door opened," was the whisper. All I can do is stand here, until he breaks the door down or until my mom wakes up. The time is 6:45 now. She doesn't wake up until 7:30. I have an hour.

Why don't I just open the door you ask? Oh, I early forgot, I didn't tell you what Nothing does when I open the door. Remember all of those tools and weapons I mentioned earlier? Yeah, they're there for a reason. He keeps you alive through it all, you see. Each and every one of those tools get put into you somewhere. In your arms, legs, torso, or head, he doesn't carae as long as you feel the pain. And in my dreams, I felt everything. Every single wound. He enjoys your pain, enjoys torturing you. It's what he lives for, if he lives at all. And then he takes whatever remains of you there are, cutting them each into tiny pieces connected still by the muscles in your body, nailing each individual piece to the door.

So yeah, just thought I'd warn you. If you ever dream of Nothing, whether he is just his back pile of flesh or his form of many fears, just remember to never close your door. Your nightmares are real, Nothing is real. I have to go now, it's 6:50. I hear the bus coming. Maybe I could run for the window, jump out of it before Nothing got me? It was worth a shot. I'm trembling all over now, and I'm getting ready to run for the opened window. I'm tensing up all over, letting go of the handle and dashing for the window.