Another dream that I had was in my bedroom with me sleeping.
The dream started out with me sleeping- obviously.
And I all of a sudden felt like I wasn't alone, so I opened my eyes.
But I couldn't see a thing but the color black.
I turned my head to the left and tried to see something. Anything really.
That was when I started to hear breathing.
Only it sounded forced.
I closed my eyes and stayed quiet for a few seconds. Then I cracked my right eye open and gathered the courage to speak.
"Mom? Is that you?" I ask as I reach out and touch whoever's face it was.
Fear struck my heart as I noticed how the skin felt like death. The face felt very clammy, cold, and not at all like my mothers.
And I knew something was wrong.
I tried to keep my breathing under control as well as my heartbeat. But I'm sure that I was failing.
It was quiet for a few seconds more when the silence broke with a voice that was an octave chirpier; but yet a barely noticeable difference in tone, saying:
"Yes. I'm your mother dear."
OK.
Well for one: when a child asks their own parents if it's them, they don't say it like that!
It should be more like yes (name /nickname of child) now go back to sleep.
But anyways, that was another thing I noticed in letting me know that whoever it was, wasn't my mom.
By this time, I'm sure my heart is beating out of my chest. Through my fear, I gather the courage again to ask if they was my mother.
This time the person sighed really loud before finally answering in a masculine voice:
"I'm not your mother. I'm poëllæyo."
And with that being said, I screamed as loud as I could.
Which caused Polly whatever to start shushing me and telling me to be quiet as he put his clammy hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. My first instinct was to bite his clammy old hand really hard.
Usually that would draw blood from somebody. But... I tasted nothing but rotting flesh and smelled nothing but decayed skin. The taste is too sickening for anybody to ever handle.
He released his hold on me and I jumped out of bed and ran to the far side of my room.
But before that, I had tried the door. It didn't open. It wouldn't even budge. And I wanted to put as much room in between us as possible. But considering the fact that my room was small, I didn't get too far but the farthest corner on the left hand side of my bedroom in between my dresser and my vanity dresser.
I stood there trembling in fear. And that's when I started to see my room and my surroundings.
And to my horror, my bedroom was empty.
It should've been a relief, but I knew deep down; he was still in my room. I looked at the floor and sunk down as I lifted my knees to my chest praying that this would all end.
I looked up.
And my heart jumped from my chest and started racing a hundred miles an hour.
Staring straight into my eyes, was the devil himself. His fire orange eyes flamed bright as he sensed my fear.
I tried screaming. But he muted my voice.
I kept screaming silent screams and sobbing violently for him to please leave me alone.
All he did was look at me and smile.
Smile! Like this was some funny game that he took joy in!
I tried to look anywhere but at him.  And I suppose I was being a little successful.
That was until he reached out his hand, lifted my face up, and growled out for me to look at him.
I tried struggling to get my face free from his cold and clammy hand as I started crying out: "No! No!"
"Look at me!" He roared out. I tried my best in continuing to struggle, but that was until he placed both his hands at the sides of my face and forced me to look at him.
He started to put scary images in my head of my family dying in the most worst possible ways ever.
"

No! Stop!" I silently scream out.
"Join me." He simply says as he makes the images go away. Everything around me feels as if it silenced itself.
"Come home with me. You can rule by my side and be queen.  I'll give you anything that you want. You just have to join me." He says cooing to me as he starts to stroke my right cheek.
"No!" I say as I realized my voice was starting to get loud. "Mom! Mom!" I say getting even louder. 
When he realizes that his power was fading on me; he tries to start shushing me and his hands that were at the sides of my face, he roughly puts over my mouth to silence me.
But somehow I am still able to speak clear as day and I continue to shout for my mom. 
Sadly, though, in the dream;  she does not come for me to help. She just yells out "what do you want?!" as I continue to shout for her.
Poëllæyo just looks at me for a few seconds more and leans in and whispers to me in calm voice: "I'll be back."
That's also right around the time that I open my eyes and sit up in bed. I scan my room and try to tell myself it was just a dream, that was until I seen a blurry figure walk out of my closet and leave through the window.
I stay sitting upright in my bed for a few minutes trying to tell myself that I'm okay and that it'll all stop before I finally run out if my bedroom and straight in my moms arms.
Funny how God works in mysterious ways.
The whole time in the dream I was calling for my mom and she wouldn't come and when I woke up she was coming to check on me.