My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with a woman named Sophia. We’ve been dating for 3 months and living together for 1. She's the kindest, most beautiful, and fascinating person I've ever met. Every moment I spend with her is heaven.<br><br>But, I have this one peculiar issue with her. Every night, she talks in her sleep. It never bothered me much before, as I was used to hearing audio from her dreams that I couldn’t even make out on most nights. However, over the last few weeks, things have gotten freakier.<br><br>One night, I heard her screaming extremely loudly while saying “he’s coming... he’s coming... GET READY TO RUN” a few times. I was terrified, no doubt about it, but I decided to talk to her about it.<br><br>“Hey, have you ever heard of sleep talking?” she asked.<br><br>“Yes, but I’ve never heard you talking so menacingly. Who is he, by the way?” I asked.<br><br>“No idea,” she shrugged. “You know how bizarre sub-consciousness can be, right?”<br><br>I agreed. I couldn’t deny that possibility. I thought it was nothing more than her brain being confused. However, over the last week, my nightmares are getting worse and worse. Every night, I wake up to hear her talking and shouting. It's always about the same stranger, who seems to be in the woods.<br><br>“Don’t trust him,” she shouted last night.<br><br>“He’s right there, keep quiet,” she said the night before that.<br><br>“Why are you doing this? Stop while you have the chance,” she kept saying one night.<br><br>I was terrified because I couldn’t figure out who this person was. It was driving me insane, so I decided to talk to her about it once more.<br><br>“Sophia, who is this person? Can you tell me?” I asked.<br><br>“No idea, man. What I do know is that it’s just sleep talk,” she replied.<br><br>I couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter what she said. I was suspicious of everyone until it actually happened.<br><br>I woke up in the middle of the night to hear her shouting “RUN.”<br><br>I jumped out of bed and followed her outside. It was dark out, and the moonlight was casting a shadow over us. We were in the woods, running as fast as we could. We were shocked, breathless, and confused while also utterly petrified at the same time.<br><br>“Sophia, what’s going on?” I asked, tugging on her arm.<br><br>“I don’t know,” she replied. “I don’t know what’s happening.”<br><br>“Who’s that?” I asked, looking back at her.<br><br>“I don’t know,” she replied, looking back as well.<br><br>I heard the rustling of leaves as a tall, creepy man approached us. He was tall, skinny, and wore a black tuxedo.<br><br>“WHO ARE YOU?” I shouted.<br><br>“I’m not sure,” he said. “But what I do know is that my wife has been gone for 22 years, and I’m still looking for her. She left a note with directions on where I could find her, but I have no idea what it means.”<br><br>“What are the directions?” I asked.<br><br>“I need to run through the woods, from tree to tree, following the stream until I reach the cabin in the distance. When I get there, I’ll be reunited with her,” he replied with a smile on his face.<br><br>“Do you want to come with us?” Sophia asked.<br><br>“Yes, it’s better to have company,” he replied before walking up to us.<br><br>We walked through the woods until we reached the stream. It was dark out, and the moonlight was casting a shadow over us.<br><br>“This is the creek,” the man said. “I should follow it.”<br><br>“Yes, let’s go,” Sophia replied.<br><br>We followed the creek until we reached the cabin. The man’s face lit up with joy as he pushed open the door.<br><br>“Hello?” he called out into the darkness.<br><br>There was no response.<br><br>“Zoe? Are you here?” he asked.<br><br>“I think she’s dead,” Sophia said.<br><br>The man’s face turned white. He was stunned.<br><br>Suddenly, a group of people stepped out of the shadows. I saw that they were all holding torches and surrounding the man.<br><br>“YOU KILLED HER, NOW IT'S YOUR TURN,” the man closest to him shouted.<br><br>The man screamed, dropped to his knees, and burst into flames. The people around him laughed, cheered, and danced as they burned him to death while he screamed in agony.<br><br>“WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K?” I shouted.<br><br>“It’s okay, it’s okay,” one of the men said. “You two aren’t from around here. The man you were with killed his wife, and this is his punishment.”<br><br>“But he was so scared,” I said.<br><br>“No, that wasn’t him,” the man replied. “That was his sub-consciousness, and we just punished him. He was hiding his evil deed in his conscience, but we punished him without telling him. He’s dead now.”<br><br>“But, why?” I asked.<br><br>“He killed his wife,” the man replied.<br><br>“This is insane,” Sophia said.<br><br>The man handed us a note. “If you want your way out, follow these directions,” he said.<br><br>We unfolded the paper, looked at the directions, and followed them. We ran, following them until we were back in our bedroom.<br><br>It was morning. The sun was shining.<br><br>“What was that?” Sophia asked.<br><br>“I’m not sure,” I said. “But we can’t stay here.”<br><br>“Yes, we have to go,” Sophia replied.<br><br>We packed our bags and left.<br><br>It was a long, interesting road trip, but we eventually settled down in a new city. I was on edge, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the previous events. I couldn’t sleep, but I hoped that the city would help us forget what we’d been through.<br><br>When we finally settled in, I decided to go to sleep. I couldn’t sleep, but I decided to at least get some rest.<br><br>As I lay in bed, I heard her talk in her sleep: “let them rest.”<br><br>My nightmare was finally over.