Every night the nightmares get worse and worse. I stare into the void and see a face staring back, distorted structure with eyes that blankly look into mine. As I wake I make out figures and Silhouettes dimly lit with noticeable biological impossibilities. Gaunt figures moving about. The screams get so loud as I drown in fear of what is producing it to the points where I gasp for air. I hold unimaginably still and close my eyes as to mask my location. I can barely make out shimmers of a past nightmare. My eyes rapidly flutter almost like a tape switching frames as I stare further and further wanting to naturally open my eyes, but I keep them shut. I see an older model TV at an angle in a room displaying dark figures akin to earlier styles of animation. My breathing gets heavier and heavier as they slowly morph into hideous amalgamations of their former selves and the figures walking about in my peripherals. The light produces effects on their faces obstructing full view of their eyes. Nonetheless, I know they are still situated on mine.