Face

 I dated a girl last summer. She invited me to spend the night with her. Naturally, I agreed. Her house was in the suburbs, private and a little creepy. Everything was fine — we had tea and went to bed.

At about three in the morning, I wake up to someone calling my name, and very clearly. At first, I couldn't figure out where my name was from for a long time, then I suddenly realized that the voice was coming from under the bed (!). At first I was very scared, but then I decided that the child had crawled under the bed (my friend had a seven-year-old child). I decided to take a look, leaned out of bed and lifted the sheet. A face was looking at me from there. It wasn't human (although it looked like it)—it was more like some kind of mannequin. He didn't say anything, although I could still hear my name. Then the face began to approach me, and black limbs crawled out of the darkness (or so it seemed to me). I was gripped by a wild horror, I couldn't even move my lips. I lost consciousness when it almost reached me.

Towards morning, my friend woke up and found me on the floor in a cold sweat and terribly pale. It turned out that her grandmother, who used to own the house, was a witch or something like that, and strange things sometimes happen in this house.

This creepy image appeared to me in a dream for about three days, after which I woke up screaming. Then it passed. I never went back to that house again.