I woke up in the middle of the night in my room, and I was on the bottom bunk of my bunk bed. I looked at a mirror in the room, and suddenly I heard an ASS LOAD OF SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AND HEAVILY DISTORTED NOISES COMING FROM EVERYWHERE AND INSIDE OF MY EARS AT THE SAME TIME.
Then, I actually woke up. I was loving breathing like a raped baby. Everything looked like it was going to smash itself into my face and eat my soul. Then, a few seconds later, it stopped, and everything was now slightly less scary. I then proceeded to curl up, cry, and say the saint michael prayer.
I was seven. I'm having severely unnecessary amounts of self-pity right now.