Kunstzinnigheid

I woke up in the middle of the night.. I don’t know why. It was strange. As if some there was a presence in my room. I couldn’t see a lot, even though the moon shone through the curtains. All I could make out were the silhouettes of everything in my room. My room was furnished not too complex. I just had a closet for my clothes, a desk for my computer, and a bed. Nothing more. Just to keep it simple. I generally dislike overly decorated rooms. They drive me nuts, especially when I’m looking for something which I lost. Because that happens far too often to me, I’m kind of chaotic.
After I sat up, scoped out my room, and laid down again, I heard a faint voice trough my head, and although it was soft, it seemed as if it was yelled in my ears in some kind of paradoxical manner. I knew it wasn’t a thought of my own and I was greatly disturbed by it. Because I knew for a fact it wasn’t something I heard. It would mean either two things. I don’t know which I would have liked it to be better, they were both incredibly concerning.  It would either mean I was slowly going mad, or something seriously wrong and strange was happening. All that voice said was a single word that would have been completely normal in any other situation.
“Hello.”
The amount of strange theories circulating through my head about how I could hear that while still being sure the sound I heard wasn’t real was insane. The thing I thought of most was that I just imagined that, still sleeping half, or even being inside a dream. Which would probably qualify as a lucid dream, since my state of mind being active and thinking about it being in a lucid dream.
“I know you’re there…”
The voice in my head almost released a small sigh at the end of its sentence. As if it was impatiently awaiting my response. As if my response would happen anyways. As if my behaviour didn’t matter, that voice would eventually get to the point where it would get whatever it wants anyway. Quite the discomforting thought, even though I did not know its intentions at all, whether they’re good or bad.
“You’re right. Your behaviour doesn’t matter.”
I was shocked. It read my thoughts. I went into my comfort zone and assumed it was just my imagination or mind playing games with me, or some kind of nightmare, at least something my mind could handle. Something that would eventually stop, whether because it would become day, my mind would stop doing that or because I would wake up. That comforted me little though. Whatever kind of nightmare this was, how weird and unique to me it may seem, it would be over. Even though it hadn’t done anything, I subconsciously called it a nightmare. I felt as if my mind wasn’t just my mind. But also of someone or even something else.
“You could say that’s the case.”
After a while of my mind being frozen of shock, I slowly decided to communicate.
“Hello..?”, I said out loud, but quietly, lest someone would somehow be able to hear me.
“You don’t need to speak out loud. You know I read your mind.”
That seemed logical. Well, it is actually far from logical; it isn’t possible for anything to read your mind. As far was humanity knows. But still, I decided to roll with it, and tried to think clearly.
“What are you?”, was the first thing I thought. It seemed strange, asking a question inside your own head and awaiting response from something that isn’t you.
“Well… You’re right about the ‘what’ part of your question.”
Suddenly two eyes appeared out of nowhere between my bed and the door. They seemed like they belonged to a reptile, but they gave off a strange, dim, light, the same way those neon light things that are used in children’s adventuring quests, where you lay those lights down in the woods in some path which they follow. They don’t give off a lot of light, but they are clearly visible. The same for those reptile eyes. They gave of a faint tint of green, which even seemed to pulsate ever so slightly. To say I was scared was an immense understatement. I felt horrified.
“Don’t be scared…”
It didn’t feel like it was comforting me. Instead, because of the fact that that already faint voice sounded even softer in my head, in a more sinister way, I got terrified. The reptilian eyes blinked. The first time I noticed that. Strangely enough, those eyes didn’t blink simultaneously. There was a short delay. Which made my even more discomforted. And then those eyes slowly came towards me and I could make out more of a shape of it, but it still seemed vague. When they were almost at my bed I could differentiate the scales on the face of the thing. It didn’t look like anything I had ever seen before, not even counting the myriad pieces of art I had seen on the internet. And then I spotted abrupt movement.

Iets is in m'n kamer. Het kan gedachten lezen. Ik communiceer langzaam, ben doodsbang, het komt dichterbij. En dan plotselinge beweging.