Here we go again, I think to myself. The constant nightmares each and every night, where the same thing happens every single time are officially getting old now. I haven’t slept properly in weeks.

As soon as I drift off to sleep I go to the same place in my dreams. It’s dawn I think. There is mist all around me and there are still dew droplets covering the grass tips. I’m walking, just walking down this narrow, stony path with nothing either side except for rolling fields as far as the eye can see.

Suddenly I hear footsteps on the path behind me. I turnaround only to see nobody there. I carry on walking and the footsteps begin again. I stop, the sound stops, I pickup or slow down my pace and my pace is matched. I turn again, still nobody there. I feel something getting closer and closer to me until I can swear I can feel a breath on my neck but then I wake up… usually.

However, tonight seems to be taking slightly longer and I’m starting to get worried. Is it normal to worry in your dreams.

My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, my breathing is laboured and my palms are all sweaty.

The matched steps to mine are like a metronome in my head right now and the feeling that someone is right behind me is a feeling I just can’t shake.

Suddenly, my wrist is grabbed from behind, the force of which causing me to unsteadily whirl around. What I was faced with horrified me to my core. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I tried to move and my limbs just hung weakly by my sides.

I was trapped and forced to look at the horror in front of me.