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

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. It was the 3 am staring at her face level. The listening to her breath, feeling her warmth and smelling her skin level. <br><br>I was infatuated in a way that I couldn’t ever remember feeling before. Even with her Historically attractive looks, I think it went beyond that. <br><br>But it’s over now. It’s all gone after what I found out a few nights ago. After I heard what she said. <br><br>We were sleeping as usual, and I was listening to the rhythmic and delicate sound of her breathing, taking in that familiar scent of vanilla from her skin. Shes always smelled like vanilla. I think it may have even been her perfume, but I was never entirely sure. What I was sure of though, was that no matter how many times I smelled that scent after we met, my body would always react in the same way it did the first time we met. It was almost animalistic. It was uncontrollable. <br><br>But I didn’t need to smell her that night, she was just so… beautiful. I was so caught up in her beauty that I didn’t even notice her stirring. It wasn’t until she moaned that I focused my gaze on her face. She was having a nightmare, thrashing back and forth, her face scrunched up in agony. <br><br>“No, please, stop it. I won’t do it ever again, I swear. Please don’t burn her alive. I won’t do it ever again, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Anything. Just please stop burning her alive. I’ll never do it again, I swear, I swear, I swear, I-” <br><br>I sat up almost immediately. She’s never said anything like that in her sleep before. In fact, she never said anything in her sleep at all. She was a quiet sleeper, and she would never have said anything like this before. She hated even the smallest form of violence. <br><br>Burn who alive? It couldn’t possibly be true. I knew her better than that, couldn’t I? I mean, she was my girlfriend. I must have known her better than that. But that one sentence scared me so much. I didn’t know her. I didn’t know her at all. I had the feeling that she was hiding something from me. <br><br>For the rest of the night, I couldn’t sleep. I was too scared to even look at her. I couldn’t get her horrific words out of my head. <br><br>No, It couldn’t possibly have been true. It must have just been a nightmare, right? It had to have been. I knew her. I knew her well. And I know that she would never do something like that. I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. I knew her, I knew her, I knew her. <br><br>I tried to convince myself for the rest of the night, but I could never quite convince myself that I knew her. Because the truth was, I didn’t. I didn’t know her. I didn’t know a thing about her. <br><br>For the rest of the night, I sat up, looking at her face. And no matter how beautiful it was, It just didn’t seem the same after I heard what she said. <br><br>That morning, I didn’t wait for her to wake up. I had to know the truth. Had to. <br><br>I spent the entire morning going through everything she owned. I looked through her phone, her computer, her papers, everything. And after hours of searching, I found it. <br><br>After hours of searching, I found it. <br><br>It was a small, leather-bound book. The pages were yellowed and stained with what I could only assume was blood. And the words it held… the words it held were indescribable. <br><br>It was her diary, of events she had done, and things she had witnessed. Horrible things. Haunting things. Things I couldn’t get out of my head. And I’m sure I never will. <br><br>I read through the entire book, shaking as I read each and every horrific and disturbing entry. <br><br>And once I finished reading it, I put it on her nightstand. And waited for her to wake up. <br><br>I didn’t sleep the entire night, and I was tired and groggy, but once I heard her stirring, I became wide awake. <br><br>She woke up, looking fresh and new, flipping her hair over. She looked at me, frowned, looked at the book, frowned again, and then she looked back at me. <br><br>“What the fuck is this?” She said. <br><br>And as she said it, she smiled. <br><br>“Why the hell would you think you had the right to go through my stuff?” She said, grinning. “You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all.” <br><br>And with that, she reached over and grabbed me. She looked into my eyes, and I could see it in her pupils. I could see the real her. The demonic, evil, creature it was. <br><br>And I screamed. I thrashed, I struggled, I fought to get out of her grasp. But she held me down, her grip so strong, so tight, so powerful. <br><br>I saw her face contort, her skin melting off. I could only assume that it was some sort of demonic magic, but her skin literally started to melt off, like the wicked witch of the west. <br><br>“I said, do you know me? Do you know me at all?” She screamed at me. <br><br>But before I could answer, the grip she had on me loosened, just a little bit. <br><br>“N-.. No” I said. <br><br>And as I said it, her grip loosened even more. It was now so loose I could wriggle out. And I did. I got out of her grasp and ran. I ran all the way to the door, before I turned around. <br><br>There she was. Far behind me. But right next to her was our cat, Mr Blue. Except, Mr Blue was on fire. <br><br>I don’t mean a little bit of hair was on fire, or his ear was on fire, I mean he was ON FIRE. He was like a walking ball of flames. I could literally see his skin and organs melting off. And his screams, his terrible screams. <br><br>I heard those terrible, agonizing screams, and I ran. Before I even got out the door, I heard her say one final thing. <br><br>“You know me now, but it won’t do you any good. You’ll burn just like her.” <br><br>And with that, I heard an ear splitting screech, and the sound of my front door being ripped open. I didn’t look back. I didn’t dare to. <br><br>Even now, I can hear it behind me. The sound of the screeching and the cracking of wood. It’s getting closer and closer, I know it is. But I’m too scared to look back, I’m too scared to stop running. <br><br>I can hear it. I can hear it right now. I can hear the screeching, the cracking, the ripping. I can hear Mr Blue screaming. <br><br>Oh God, I can hear it. I can hear it now, It sounds like it’s right behind me. But I’m too scared to look, I’m too scared to stop running. <br><br>I can hear Mr Blue. I can hear him screaming. And I can smell the vanilla, the vanilla from her skin. I can smell it right behind me, I can smell it on my neck. I’m going to burn. Oh God, I’m going to burn just like Mr Blue. <br><br>I knew her, I knew her, I knew her. Ha! I didn’t know her at all. <br><br>And now, It’s too late. I can smell the vanilla, and I know It’s too late. <br><br>Please, if you ever happen to see me, just know that I’m not myself. I am no longer me. <br><br>I am her. <br><br>And I am going to burn you alive at the first chance I get.