Jakob was laying in bed. The lights were off, leaving the room pitch black, but with a dim glow of a green alarm clock. Jakob turned his head towards to the clock to check the time, “3:10? F**k… This is ridiculous…” He closes his eyes and tried after many other attempts to fall asleep. After what seemed like hours, he opens his eyes to check the time again, it was 3:27. Jakob sighs and gets up from bed. He turns on a lamp to illuminate the room. As he does so, he notices that his window is open, “I thought I closed this?” He shrugs and walks to the ominous open window and shuts it. After turning around, Jakob feels a breath on his neck. He turns around and… nothings there.
After a moment, Jakob glances at the clock, “3:30.” He shakes his head, turns off the lamp and lays in bed again, closing his eyes. Jakob finally falls into slumber and he finds himself in a dark room, enclosed with no doors, windows, anything. The room is dim, but there are no lights. in his head he here’s a voice of a woman with a raspy, unclean voice. “You are a disgrace upon this world, no-one wants you, no-one loves you. Who the hell do you think you are? You have no future.” The voice stops, but out of the top corner of the room, a skinny figure, pale as snow crawls down in front of him. It had the figure of a woman, white face, no mouth, black beads for eyes, strings of black and grey hair strands falling in-front of her face. As he examines this thing, he notices a red scar arching around its neck. The same voice appears in his head again, this time he knows who’s talking. “Suffer as I have suffered. You will be free of the pain, the embarrassment of your peers. No-one will miss you…” Everything goes black.
Jakob was found dead in his apartment alone. An open bottle of anxiety pills is in his hands with next to nothing left in it. He died of an overdose. During police investigation, they found a note on the spot where the clock once was.
It reads; “Dear mother, I am such a Fool to do this, I can’t take it anymore. My anxiety is getting worse and these damn pills arent working and its killing me. These long nights of terror, I can’t sleep because of it. I saw you, father, and Mary in it. You were all dead, and this s**t never changes! I know I’m going to Hell for this, but at least there will be a f*****g reason for it be that way, not like my dreams. I love you, you too Mary. I guess I’ll be seeing father again, I’ll tell him you guys said hi. Goodbye…”