Steven woke up to his phone ringing. It was Helen. She was crying. She said she was talking in her sleep. But she was agreeing to something. When she opened her eyes, she saw a black hooded figure. She’s afraid to find out what she was agreeing to.
“...there was a black-hooded figure sitting on my bed next to me. It was sitting there, and I was having a conversation with it. When I comprehended what was happening, I yelled at it and it disappeared. What do you think we were talking about? What do you think I was agreeing to?”
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