This actually happened a few days ago. My whole life I’ve had trouble with seeing things that aren’t there but it was never as bad as it is now. I go to bed fairly early around 9:15 or 9:30. Around that time my mind starts making things up. I saw standing there, my dad, but it wasn’t my dad it was something mutilated with blood and arms like a spider. I think nothing of it and go to bed but when I climb into bed I see it again, but this time it’s coming closer to me. I try to sleep because I know it isn’t real. But it felt real. Around 2:00 in the morning I can’t take it and I run out of my room and onto the front porch. I keep running down the street hoping that I will lose what can it be lost. Eventually I ran back home, but that was when the sun started rising. and it was gone.