I was correct about the assumption that I wasn't going to sleep tonight. In fact it felt like something straight out of a horror movie.

As tired as I felt, I couldn't shake off the feeling of someone being right behind me, looming over me.

At this very moment I wanted to stop this fear and face it. So I turned over and did what I intended to do, I faced it.

As I predicted nothing was there and the feeling was gone, but it didn't help with the sleep problem though. I sighed, trying to close my eyes and fall asleep, but the presence was now within me rather than it staring at me this time.

What scared me the most was the dead silence that filled the room. My mind was convinced that it was stuck. It wasn't sleep paralysis since I've been awake for what feels like an eternity.

I stay still but tense, I'm not even sure I can move at the moment, since I feel like I'm pinned, so I decided to move my arm, but it was more like I had to fight a weight that was on my arm.

After having a mini battle with my arm and winning, the feeling inside my body vanished... like... what the hell.

I chuckled to myself, "is this really what I've been afraid of all this time? Some ghost that doesn't have the gall to even try to dominate me?"

I then swallowed my pride... harshly. I have a feeling what I said there was going to come back to me for I began hearing the static in my loft area. I feel slightly nauseous but I get out of bed and started heading for my stairs.

I was just standing there, at the stairs, wondering if it was a good idea to check out what it was.

After finally deciding to go up the stairs and to look at what was causing the light source, my heart sunk, and my fear rose. I think it was my old TV.

I wanted to inspect it some more but I just headed back to my bedroom to call my friend to see if they were up. I really don't want to be here.

The phone is ringing.

"Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up!..."

A very tired "hello" answers me.

"Oh thank god! Hey! Do you mind if I come over to your house, just for tonight?"

There was a small gap of silence before they answered, "fine, you can come over..."

I was so happy when they said that. I can at least have some sle-

"But, you got to explain to me in the morning why you came over because I just don't have the energy to interrogate you now but the fact you're so frantic is leaving me to question."

It unnerved me how I have to explain to my friend what has been going on these past 24 hours, but I had to shake it off, "yeah, I'll, uh, *sigh* I'll let you know, and I just wanted to say, thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem, just come over here before the sun rises." And they hang up.

What am I going to tell them, that a demon is running loose in my house...

I can still hear the TV going on upstairs. I am not liking the idea going up there again, in fact there is no reason for me to even go upstairs anyways... but of course I head back up into the loft area. The moment I walked in, a blinding light pierced my eyes. I tried to adjust my eyes, to fully see what is causing such a bright light. It WAS my TV, an old TV that I tried to fix a while back. I ended up walking closer to the TV to figure out, how in the world does a broken TV turn on automatically. I came close enough to the screen to see the streaked lines, the same lines that were from Blue Ryan's channel, coming from the old TV. I was scared, I wanted to run but my legs weren't making me. I had to think... what did I need to get out of here... my keys! Of course! I snapped out of it and ran down the stairs, grabbed my keys and then I looked at my computer, as panicky as I am right now I had to really think about bringing it. I rolled my eyes and took my computer before heading through the door and out to my friends house.

It's the only bit of proof I have for my friend that I can show them without sounding too psychotic.

I opened my garage, I put my computer on my passenger seat, went into the driver seat, turned on my car, left my garage and closed it.