Nightmare. Or is it?

I can feel it.
It is here once again.
I know it.
I hear it.
It is coming closer.
Is anyone going to help me?
Is anyone going to save me?
Is anyone there?

I can feel it now.
Touching my back with the tips of it's fingers.
I need help.
But where is it?

Now I can feel it again.
Breathing down my neck.
Giving me a scare.

Now I can smell it.
Smells just like barf.
That smell is going to make me gag.

Oh no....
It knows that I am awake.
It can sense my fear.
It can see me shake.

Is anyone going to help me?
Is anyone going to save me?
Is anyone there?

No one is going to help me.
No one is going to save me.
No one is there.
So what am I going to do?

It has me.
It is pulling my hair.
I am screaming.
No one is coming.
What is going to happen?
What is it going to do?

I think I see something.
Glistening and shining in the light.
What is it?
It is a knife.
I must get it.
I must reach.
But I can't grasp it.
It is pulling my hair to hard.
I must stab it.
Or else It might kill me.

I must push back.
I must make my efforts count.
I must stab it.
I swing.
It screams.
So I must run before it is to late.

I must run harder.
I have to get out of the house.
It has me.
I swing one last time.
I hit.
It screams once more as it falls to the floor.
Now I am free.
Now I must run.
Run far, far away from here.