Nojokescared: Every five years, on June 6th, for the past 20 years, I stay up late and watch them come for me. It doesn’t matter where I am. They still get me. I haven’t told anyone for fear of ridicule.
I mean, when you tell someone that, they think you’re crazy. Because of this, I wake up in terror from my sleep in the months leading up to it.
I can’t even have a relationship because I would end up putting that person in danger. The last time it happened, I just sat on my bed naked, crying as my door opened at around 2 am.
The next thing I know, it’s 4-ish, and I’m in my living room, and I’m puking my guts out. The worst part is the dreams that I have months later. They are what worry me the most of what is actually happening to me.