Every night, my girlfriend slaps on earplugs and a sleeping mask, closes the door, and doesn’t make a sound until the next morning. Tonight I plugged my own ears and opened the door to see why.

Nobody was there, but I heard my girlfriend’s voice on the other side of the door. It sounded like she was arguing with someone, and she didn’t sound happy. <br><br>I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, and the voice immediately stopped. It was pitch black because of the sleeping mask covering my eyes, but I’m positive that I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Then I heard my voice, but it wasn’t actually mine. It was deep and raspy and sent shivers down my spine. It sounded like this:<br><br>“Don’t come in here, you silly little bitch.sweetie, this is our time.”<br><br>I tried to struggle, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around me and held me in place. I heard my girlfriend’s voice whisper “no” in my ear, and then I felt a firm tug on my arm that made my entire body contort in ways that I didn’t think humans were capable of. I screamed in agony as I was flung across the room. I collided with something solid, and for a brief moment I could see a sliver of light where my sleeping mask shifted out of place. I caught a glimpse of my girlfriend and I know that it was her, it was her voice, and it was her face, but her eyes were black as coal and her skin was gray and decayed. <br><br>As fast as it started it was over. I was back in bed, and the sound of my girlfriend’s voice telling me that she loved me filled my ears. She gave a soft peck to my forehead and the light in the room flickered back on. When I opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, I saw her smiling back at me, earplugs and sleeping mask still in place. She squeezed my hand and fell back asleep. <br><br>I knew right then that I was in over my head, but something about that demonic voice telling me that she was “ours” made me feel important. Maybe even a little special. So I put my arm around her, rolled over, and went back to sleep.