I remember I would wake up screaming and nearly drown myself in cold sweat. I’d try to turn on a light or get a drink of water, but I couldn’t even move. It was only a matter of seconds until my eyes would turn into old sepia camera filters, and “they” would appear.     You probably wonder what I mean when I say that. I mean, the figures that defined my childhood, and have stood the test of time. They appeared by my door like always, leaning slowly, stabbing me with those blank, obscured eyes. My lungs felt like they were decaying, and my heart felt like it was draining but keeping me alive long enough to meet the worst…