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The next morning when I woke, I decided to get to work on my story right away because I wasn't hungry. So I went straight for my laptop and opened it, only to find that BEN was online waiting for me. I'll admit I was a little surprised that he was on so early- it was only nine fifteen in the morning. He'd never been on that early before, but I decided not to think to far into it. Considering that had happened the night before, I assumed he just wanted to be on in case one of the other Creepypastas decided to get online and chat.

Me: Hey BEN. What's up?

BEN: Nothing in particular.
BEN: Hey, quick question. Do you have any plans on Saturday?

Me: No, I actually don't.

Me: I don't actually make plans for the week. I spend all my time at home, remember?

BEN: Well, maybe you should consider going out on Saturday. There's a movie coming out that you might like. Why not go see it?

As soon as BEN told me to go out in public, a little red flag shot up in the back of my mind. He knew that I didn't like public places, and that my anxiety made me have massive panic attacks. So, why would he want me out of the house.

Me: BEN, is something wrong?

BEN: No.

Me: BEN, please don't lie to me.
Me: BEN?

BEN: Fine.
BEN: Yes, there is something wrong.
BEN: If your home on Saturday, something bad is going to happen to you, something I don't want to happen.
BEN: So I want you to go out. As long as your not home on Saturday, you'll be fine.

Me: Alright, I'll have Aleksandr take me out on Saturday- but only if you tell me what will happen if I stay home.

BEN: I can't tell you.

Me: Well, if you don't tell me, then I'm not going out.

BEN: Fae, please- I need you to just trust me.
BEN: Listen, I'm not allowed to tell you what will happen if you don't go out, but if I can get you to stay out of the house on Saturday, then we'll never have to worry about anything like this again.
BEN: So, please, call Aleksandr, arrange for you to be gone all day Saturday. Go anywhere, do anything- just don't be home.

Me: I can't.

BEN: Why Fae? I'm telling you, you'll regret the decision if you stay home on Saturday!

Me: But how can I know that?

BEN: What?
BEN: Fae! I'm being serious. If you stay home, then you're going to suffer for it- and I won't be able to do anything about it.

Me: And if that happens I wont blame you.

BEN: Fae, you have no idea what your getting into.

Me: Well I don't know what I'm avoiding either!
Me: Listen BEN, I appreciate the warning, but I can't run away from something without knowing what it is! I'm terrified of people- I can't stand being outside my own home for more than a few hours. So how can you expect me to torment myself for the sake of running from something I'm unaware of?
Me: You're asking me to run from an invisible enemy BEN, and that's something I can't do.

BEN: Fae, please.

Me: No BEN. I'm not leaving Saturday. Not unless you can tell me what I'm running away from.

BEN: Fae, are you sure you won't change your mind?

Me: No. I'm standing my ground.

BEN: Very well. Just, don't say I didn't try to stop you.

Me: I already said I wouldn't blame you. What happens will happen because of me.

BEN: I hope you are able to keep that way of thinking come Saturday.

Me: Then we'll just have to wait and see wont we?

BEN: I guess...

After that, neither of us replied for a long time. For a few minutes, I actually thought that BEN might have left. So I came up with a quick question in hopes of lightening the mood- I really didn't want our conversation to end on such a sour note.

Me: What now?

BEN: I don't know.

Me: Well, then I'm gonna go make myself something to eat, I'll be back in a few minutes.

BEN: Wait.

Me: What?

BEN: Take me with you.

I laughed a little when I read BEN's post- it was kinda cute, having him ask me to take him with me. So I decided to tease him a little.

Me: Aw~ C'mon BEN. We can pause our conversation for a few minutes while I grab something to eat.

BEN: Stop laughing at me.

My laughter died abruptly when he told me to stop laughing, and I stared at the screen in shock for a while before I managed to type up my response.

Me: What?

BEN: You were laughing at me.
BEN: Scratch that, you were making fun of me.
BEN: I don't like being teased Fae.

Me: How did you know I was laughing?

BEN: I can see you Fae.

As soon as I read BEN's post, I jumped off of the couch and dropped my laptop on the floor- but it wasn't because I was scared. No, it was because as soon as he said that, I realized that I'd flashed him a few weeks ago! Without bothering to think I just started to pace in and out of the living-room. I was trying to calm down- my eyes were actually watering I was so embarrassed! I refused to sit back down and pick up my laptop until I'd managed to convince myself that I wasn't blushing anymore, but then when I did I immediately felt the blush creep right back up my cheeks. It took me a little while to work up the nerve to give BEN a reply- and as I typed it dawned on me that I'd just made a fool of myself with my behavior.

Me: You can SEE me?!

BEN: Yes. Quiet well actually.
BEN: I saw you pacing. Is that how you try to calm yourself down?

Me: Yes, that's one of the ways- but that's not important!
Me: How LONG have you been able to see me?!

BEN: Always.

Me: So, a few weeks ago, you saw?

BEN: Your breasts?
BEN: Yes. They were lovely.

I all out slammed my face into the armrest to hide my blush when I read BEN's comments. I muttered a few curse words into the fabric and practically screamed. Then, after I'd composed myself, I decided to try and keep talking to BEN without making an ass out of myself. Or so I'd thought.

BEN: For the record, I can hear you too.

Me: Oh god.

BEN: Honestly, your reacting better than I thought you might.
BEN: I thought you might have a panic attack, or wet yourself, when I told you I could see you.

Me: Oh no, you were right.
Me: I'm definitely having a panic attack.

BEN: Really?
BEN: You seem alright to me.

Me: Believe me BEN, I know what a panic attack feels like. I just haven't hit the stage where I have a mental breakdown yet.

BEN: Oh dear.
BEN: Now that I'm paying attention, your breathing is a little labored.
BEN: You're really putting an effort into fighting your breakdown.
BEN: Its actually pretty impressive, how well can hide your turmoil.
BEN: Fae, your getting pale. Do I need to call an ambulance?
BEN: Fae?!

At around BEN's third post, I started to get lightheaded. By his forth post, I was so dizzy I couldn't even see the screen. As mentioned in his fifth post, I became pale as all the blood in my body rushed to my torso. Come his fifth post, I stopped breathing, and I started trembling. That was when the panic struck. Unable to breathe and lightheaded, I made my way to the kitchen as quickly as I could given my physical state. As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I went for knife drawer. I grabbed the first thing I felt and drove it into the skin of my right arm, and the sudden surge of pain knocked the wind back into me. My knees buckled and I dropped the knife, and I pressed the side of my face against the cupboard while I gasped for breath. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but I know that it took a few minutes for the gash on my arm to start bleeding. I wasn't kidding when I said all the blood had left my limbs- its not an uncommon anomaly associated with shock. Once I could see clearly against I forced myself off of the floor and stumbled over to the sink, where I washed my bleeding arm. Then, I grabbed a clean dishrag and wrapped it around my arm, and I made my way back to the living-room to apologize to BEN. I completely forgot about the knife I left on the floor. As soon as I was in the living-room, I sat on the couch and moved my laptop back into my lap, and I stared blankly at the screen for a moment. BEN had left a number of messages after I'd left for the kitchen.

BEN: Fae, what are you doing?!
BEN: Fae, sit down!
BEN: Where are you going?!
BEN: Fae!

It took me a few minutes to actually read the messages, but after I did, I did my best to type up a response. It came as no surprise that I wasn't typing quite right.

Me: BEn, arw yoi srill thert? (Translation: BEN, are you still there?)

BEN: Yes, I'm here.
BEN: Fae, what the hell were you thinking, stumbling into the kitchen like that?!
BEN: I could barely see you in there! What if something had happened?!

Me: I haf ti ger s jifr. (Translation: I had to get a knife.)
Me: wair. Yoi ciuls see mr? (Translation: Wait, you could see me?)

I had to drag my fingers away from the keyboard to try and steady myself after I'd posted a few comments. Everything I was typing came out as gibberish- honestly, I was surprised that BEN could even decode it.

BEN: Yes, I could see you in the kitchen.
BEN: I tried to watch you through your microwave, but it was to high an angle.
BEN: So I tried to watch you through your stove- but by the time I switched viewpoints, you'd fallen on the floor.
BEN: I saw your arm. What did you do to it?

Me: BEn, I cam;r tupr tuhjr. (Translation: BEN, I can't type right.)

BEN: Hold on a minute. I'm going to upload something to your computer- it should correct everything you type for the time being.
BEN: Alright, go ahead and type.
BEN: Tell me what you did to your arm.

Me: I cut it with a knife.

BEN: Why?

Me: Because I couldn't breathe.

BEN: Fae, was that one of your panic attacks?

Me: Sort of.

BEN: Do you think you can explain?

Me: Yes.

BEN: Then explain.

Me: Sometimes, when I have a panic attack, I go into shock.
Me: When I go into shock, all of the blood in my body rushes to my chest and abdomen. That's why I got pale and lightheaded.
Me: For some reason, I also stop breathing. I can't breathe no matter how hard I try.
Me: But if I hurt myself- or do anything to trigger pain- I start breathing again.
Me: So, I went into the kitchen to cut my arm before I could pass out.

BEN: Alright.
BEN: How often does this happen?

Me: Rarely. It only ever happens if I've gone a long time without having a panic attack.
Me: You didn't call the ambulance did you?

BEN: No.

Me: Good. They'd of only made it worse.
Me: How are you able to watch me through the stove and microwave?

BEN: I'll tell you later. I don't want you to have another panic attack.

Me: Believe me BEN, its over. My mind is in a fog, I can't respond emotionally to anything right now.

BEN: Are you sure?

In response to BEN's question, I held my arm up in front of the computer screen and unwrapped the dishcloth to show him the gash on my arm. It was a clean cut, one that wouldn't have any issues healing- and thankfully I hadn't cut myself that deep, and it hat stopped bleeding. It was going to leave a scar though. BEN seemed to understand what my actions represented.

BEN: Very well.
BEN: Anything digital, like an alarm clock or the timers on your stove and microwave, serves as a window.
BEN: Using the computer I'm on right now, I am able to look through any of these “Windows” to see what you're doing- but I can only look through one at a time.
BEN: That was why I worried when you went into the kitchen- the “Windows” were so small that everything got blurry. I couldn't see or hear you clearly.

Me: Oh.
Me: Can you see me through anything else?

BEN: Yes.
BEN: I can see you through your television and your home phones.
BEN: Aside from that, I have no other means of watching you while your home. You don't have a cell phone, so I'd have to hack into outside sources to keep an eye on you when you were out.

Me: Ah, that's interesting.
Me: Listen BEN, I think I need to lie down for a little while

BEN: Then lie down. After what just happened, you need some rest.
BEN: Just leave the laptop open so I can keep an eye on you.

Me: Why not watch me through the T.V? Isn't the “Window” bigger?

BEN: I prefer the laptop. Besides, you can keep the laptop closer to you.
BEN: Lie down and get some rest. I'll wake you if anything happens.

Me: Alright, talk to you in a bit.

BEN: Just sleep Fae.

With that, I put my laptop on the armrest and lied down on the couch. I was out cold in seconds. I had the strangest dream...

“Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over for you my dear~” A strange, amused, male voice rang in the back of my mind. All I could see was darkness, but I felt like I was submerged in warm water. It was a calming feeling, but still, I could sense that I should have been afraid. But I had no idea what I was supposed to be afraid of.

“Who are you?” I said calmly. I could tell that I was trying to look around, but all I saw was darkness. Nothing in my line of vision changed- not until I was suddenly pulled into someones embrace. I didn't know who it was, nor was I able to try and look at their face. Whoever they were, they were holding my securely. I tried to wriggle out of their grasp, but I couldn't do so much as move my arms. It was strange though, normally being touched or held by someone- anyone- would have made me have a panic attack. But for some reason, I wasn't afraid- I wasn't even nervous. I was very calm, and pleasantly warm.

“Oh, never you mind that princess~ You'll find out soon enough~” The man said happily. I felt him brush some hair out of my face, and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a long, black nail. Either the person holding me had a thing for nail-polish, or he wasn't really a man. Could he be a demon? That might explain why I was being so calm- I'd read that demons could influence the minds of those they possess, so I thought that I'd been possessed.

“Now, tell me princess, what's your name?” He cooed, and for a split second it occurred to me that I should probably try to put up more resistance. But I didn't- I thought that if I was being possessed, I'd be better off just giving in and letting him do as he pleased. I was more willing to give him my body than I was to fight and get myself mutilated.

“Sarah.” I said tiredly- I was surprised by the sound of my voice. This was a dream right, so how was it possible for me to be tired? Maybe that was one of the demons powers, to sap my energy and remove my will to struggle.

“Hm, Sarah~” The demon said happily, as if he was testing the way it sounded when he said it.

“Alright, Sarah, close your eyes for a moment~” He said gently, and I obeyed without question. Then next thing I knew, my head was being tilted back, and I felt something press against my lips. In a flash, I snapped my eyes open- just in time to see a pair of white eyes staring at me. Then, my vision went black...

I suddenly woke to find that I was lying on my couch. There was a faint throbbing sensation behind my eyes, and my lips were tingling. After a few minutes, I slowly rolled onto my side, and I realized that I heard music. Not just any music, a song I'd taken a liking to when I was in middle school. I moved so that I could sit up and I stared down at my laptop, and sure enough, the media player was active. I pulled my laptop into my lap and I examined the screen- all of my favorite songs had been pulled up. That was weird- did BEN decide to play me some music while I slept? But how did he know all of my favorite songs? Sure, I told him the names of a few, but there were songs pulled up I'd never even told him about. Before I realized what I was doing, I was laughing. Man, he didn't skip a beat. The next thing I knew, BEN was messaging me. I wasted no time engaging him in a conversation.

BEN: I see you've woken up.
BEN: Did you sleep well?

Me: Yeah, I think so.

BEN: What do you mean?

Me: I had a strange dream is all. Don't worry about it.

BEN: Well, tell me about it anyway. You never know, it might be something important.

Me: Alright, I guess.
Me: I was, in a dark place. I felt like I was submerged in warm water. I heard a voice- a male voice. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything- I don't even know if I was standing or floating.
Me: Then, someone hugged me. I tried to look up and see who it was, but I couldn't move. They kept talking to me, they called me “Princess”, and moved some hair out of my face. I saw that he had long, black nails, so I thought that he might be a demon. Then he asked me for my name.

BEN: Did you tell them your name?

Me: Yes.

BEN: Why? Weren't you afraid?

Me: No, but I had the feeling that I was supposed to be.

BEN: You thought he was a demon, shouldn't you have been afraid?
BEN: Did you try to resist him?

Me: No, I didn't resist.

BEN: Why?

Me: I thought it would be better not to. I figured that if he was a demon, then he could destroy me on a whim. He was trying to be nice about it, possessing me I mean, so I figured that as long as I didn't resist, he wouldn't be mean.

BEN: You gave in so easily. Why exactly?

Me: C'mon BEN, you have access to ALL of my search history. You should know that I've read a number of stories and such on demons and possessions. I've read what happens when people struggle- broken bones, internal injuries, and all that junk.
Me: I'd rather loose my body to a demon than resist and wind up crippled for life.

BEN: Would you have resisted if he became violent?

Me: I don't know.

BEN: Alright. Continue.

Me: Okay.
Me: After I told him my name, he repeated it. Then, he told me to close my eyes, and I did. Then, I felt him tilt my head back, and I felt something press against my lips. I opened my eyes immediately, and I saw his white eyes boring into mind. Then I blanked out, and I woke up.
Me: I think the demon kissed me.

BEN: You say he had white eyes, can you describe them?

Me: Yes.
Me: His pupils were black, and his iris's were a strange blue-gray color. Other than that, his eyes seemed normal.
Me: Why did you want to know what his eyes looked like?

BEN: To confirm my suspicions.

Me: What?

BEN: The being in your dream wasn't a demon, he was actually a friend of mine.
BEN: And he wasn't trying to possess you, he was trying to converse with you.
BEN: He must have decided to communicate with you through your dreams. He has the ability to influence peoples minds, so he must have made you feel calm so that you wouldn't freak out when he talked to you.

Me: Oh, well, I guess that's better than being possessed by a demon.
Me: Can I ask his name?

BEN: You can ask, but I won't tell you.

Me: Is it safe for me to assume that your not allowed?

BEN: Bingo ^^

Me: Hey, you used the “^^”~

BEN: Indeed I did.
BEN: Now, you haven't eaten for a while, so you'd better have some breakfast.

Me: Actually, I think its lunch.

BEN: Either way, you need to eat.
BEN: Bring me into the kitchen so I can watch you cook.
BEN: I see you laughing, stop it.

Me: Alright BEN, I'll let you watch me cook. But don't expect me not to laugh.

With that, I slipped my laptop off my lap and pulled it off the charger, then I carried it to the kitchen with me. I wont lie, my legs were a little wobbly and I stumbled a bit, but I still managed to make it into the kitchen without hurting myself. Then, I set my laptop on the counter and opened my cabinets.

“Now, what should I make for lunch?”-

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The next morning when I woke, I decided to get to work on my story right away because I wasn't hungry. So I went straight for my laptop and opened it, only to find that BEN was online waiting for me. I'll admit I was a little surprised that he was on so early- it was only nine fifteen in the morning. He'd never been on that early before, but I decided not to think to far into it. Considering that had happened the night before, I assumed he just wanted to be on in case one of the other Creepypastas decided to get online and chat.

Me: Hey BEN. What's up?

BEN: Nothing in particular.
BEN: Hey, quick question. Do you have any plans on Saturday?

Me: No, I actually don't.

Me: I don't actually make plans for the week. I spend all my time at home, remember?

BEN: Well, maybe you should consider going out on Saturday. There's a movie coming out that you might like. Why not go see it?

As soon as BEN told me to go out in public, a little red flag shot up in the back of my mind. He knew that I didn't like public places, and that my anxiety made me have massive panic attacks. So, why would he want me out of the house.

Me: BEN, is something wrong?

BEN: No.

Me: BEN, please don't lie to me.
Me: BEN?

BEN: Fine.
BEN: Yes, there is something wrong.
BEN: If your home on Saturday, something bad is going to happen to you, something I don't want to happen.
BEN: So I want you to go out. As long as your not home on Saturday, you'll be fine.

Me: Alright, I'll have Aleksandr take me out on Saturday- but only if you tell me what will happen if I stay home.

BEN: I can't tell you.

Me: Well, if you don't tell me, then I'm not going out.

BEN: Fae, please- I need you to just trust me.
BEN: Listen, I'm not allowed to tell you what will happen if you don't go out, but if I can get you to stay out of the house on Saturday, then we'll never have to worry about anything like this again.
BEN: So, please, call Aleksandr, arrange for you to be gone all day Saturday. Go anywhere, do anything- just don't be home.

Me: I can't.

BEN: Why Fae? I'm telling you, you'll regret the decision if you stay home on Saturday!

Me: But how can I know that?

BEN: What?
BEN: Fae! I'm being serious. If you stay home, then you're going to suffer for it- and I won't be able to do anything about it.

Me: And if that happens I wont blame you.

BEN: Fae, you have no idea what your getting into.

Me: Well I don't know what I'm avoiding either!
Me: Listen BEN, I appreciate the warning, but I can't run away from something without knowing what it is! I'm terrified of people- I can't stand being outside my own home for more than a few hours. So how can you expect me to torment myself for the sake of running from something I'm unaware of?
Me: You're asking me to run from an invisible enemy BEN, and that's something I can't do.

BEN: Fae, please.

Me: No BEN. I'm not leaving Saturday. Not unless you can tell me what I'm running away from.

BEN: Fae, are you sure you won't change your mind?

Me: No. I'm standing my ground.

BEN: Very well. Just, don't say I didn't try to stop you.

Me: I already said I wouldn't blame you. What happens will happen because of me.

BEN: I hope you are able to keep that way of thinking come Saturday.

Me: Then we'll just have to wait and see wont we?

BEN: I guess...

After that, neither of us replied for a long time. For a few minutes, I actually thought that BEN might have left. So I came up with a quick question in hopes of lightening the mood- I really didn't want our conversation to end on such a sour note.

Me: What now?

BEN: I don't know.

Me: Well, then I'm gonna go make myself something to eat, I'll be back in a few minutes.

BEN: Wait.

Me: What?

BEN: Take me with you.

I laughed a little when I read BEN's post- it was kinda cute, having him ask me to take him with me. So I decided to tease him a little.

Me: Aw~ C'mon BEN. We can pause our conversation for a few minutes while I grab something to eat.

BEN: Stop laughing at me.

My laughter died abruptly when he told me to stop laughing, and I stared at the screen in shock for a while before I managed to type up my response.

Me: What?

BEN: You were laughing at me.
BEN: Scratch that, you were making fun of me.
BEN: I don't like being teased Fae.

Me: How did you know I was laughing?

BEN: I can see you Fae.

As soon as I read BEN's post, I jumped off of the couch and dropped my laptop on the floor- but it wasn't because I was scared. No, it was because as soon as he said that, I realized that I'd flashed him a few weeks ago! Without bothering to think I just started to pace in and out of the living-room. I was trying to calm down- my eyes were actually watering I was so embarrassed! I refused to sit back down and pick up my laptop until I'd managed to convince myself that I wasn't blushing anymore, but then when I did I immediately felt the blush creep right back up my cheeks. It took me a little while to work up the nerve to give BEN a reply- and as I typed it dawned on me that I'd just made a fool of myself with my behavior.

Me: You can SEE me?!

BEN: Yes. Quiet well actually.
BEN: I saw you pacing. Is that how you try to calm yourself down?

Me: Yes, that's one of the ways- but that's not important!
Me: How LONG have you been able to see me?!

BEN: Always.

Me: So, a few weeks ago, you saw?

BEN: Your breasts?
BEN: Yes. They were lovely.

I all out slammed my face into the armrest to hide my blush when I read BEN's comments. I muttered a few curse words into the fabric and practically screamed. Then, after I'd composed myself, I decided to try and keep talking to BEN without making an ass out of myself. Or so I'd thought.

BEN: For the record, I can hear you too.

Me: Oh god.

BEN: Honestly, your reacting better than I thought you might.
BEN: I thought you might have a panic attack, or wet yourself, when I told you I could see you.

Me: Oh no, you were right.
Me: I'm definitely having a panic attack.

BEN: Really?
BEN: You seem alright to me.

Me: Believe me BEN, I know what a panic attack feels like. I just haven't hit the stage where I have a mental breakdown yet.

BEN: Oh dear.
BEN: Now that I'm paying attention, your breathing is a little labored.
BEN: You're really putting an effort into fighting your breakdown.
BEN: Its actually pretty impressive, how well can hide your turmoil.
BEN: Fae, your getting pale. Do I need to call an ambulance?
BEN: Fae?!

At around BEN's third post, I started to get lightheaded. By his forth post, I was so dizzy I couldn't even see the screen. As mentioned in his fifth post, I became pale as all the blood in my body rushed to my torso. Come his fifth post, I stopped breathing, and I started trembling. That was when the panic struck. Unable to breathe and lightheaded, I made my way to the kitchen as quickly as I could given my physical state. As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I went for knife drawer. I grabbed the first thing I felt and drove it into the skin of my right arm, and the sudden surge of pain knocked the wind back into me. My knees buckled and I dropped the knife, and I pressed the side of my face against the cupboard while I gasped for breath. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but I know that it took a few minutes for the gash on my arm to start bleeding. I wasn't kidding when I said all the blood had left my limbs- its not an uncommon anomaly associated with shock. Once I could see clearly against I forced myself off of the floor and stumbled over to the sink, where I washed my bleeding arm. Then, I grabbed a clean dishrag and wrapped it around my arm, and I made my way back to the living-room to apologize to BEN. I completely forgot about the knife I left on the floor. As soon as I was in the living-room, I sat on the couch and moved my laptop back into my lap, and I stared blankly at the screen for a moment. BEN had left a number of messages after I'd left for the kitchen.

BEN: Fae, what are you doing?!
BEN: Fae, sit down!
BEN: Where are you going?!
BEN: Fae!

It took me a few minutes to actually read the messages, but after I did, I did my best to type up a response. It came as no surprise that I wasn't typing quite right.

Me: BEn, arw yoi srill thert? (Translation: BEN, are you still there?)

BEN: Yes, I'm here.
BEN: Fae, what the hell were you thinking, stumbling into the kitchen like that?!
BEN: I could barely see you in there! What if something had happened?!

Me: I haf ti ger s jifr. (Translation: I had to get a knife.)
Me: wair. Yoi ciuls see mr? (Translation: Wait, you could see me?)

I had to drag my fingers away from the keyboard to try and steady myself after I'd posted a few comments. Everything I was typing came out as gibberish- honestly, I was surprised that BEN could even decode it.

BEN: Yes, I could see you in the kitchen.
BEN: I tried to watch you through your microwave, but it was to high an angle.
BEN: So I tried to watch you through your stove- but by the time I switched viewpoints, you'd fallen on the floor.
BEN: I saw your arm. What did you do to it?

Me: BEn, I cam;r tupr tuhjr. (Translation: BEN, I can't type right.)

BEN: Hold on a minute. I'm going to upload something to your computer- it should correct everything you type for the time being.
BEN: Alright, go ahead and type.
BEN: Tell me what you did to your arm.

Me: I cut it with a knife.

BEN: Why?

Me: Because I couldn't breathe.

BEN: Fae, was that one of your panic attacks?

Me: Sort of.

BEN: Do you think you can explain?

Me: Yes.

BEN: Then explain.

Me: Sometimes, when I have a panic attack, I go into shock.
Me: When I go into shock, all of the blood in my body rushes to my chest and abdomen. That's why I got pale and lightheaded.
Me: For some reason, I also stop breathing. I can't breathe no matter how hard I try.
Me: But if I hurt myself- or do anything to trigger pain- I start breathing again.
Me: So, I went into the kitchen to cut my arm before I could pass out.

BEN: Alright.
BEN: How often does this happen?

Me: Rarely. It only ever happens if I've gone a long time without having a panic attack.
Me: You didn't call the ambulance did you?

BEN: No.

Me: Good. They'd of only made it worse.
Me: How are you able to watch me through the stove and microwave?

BEN: I'll tell you later. I don't want you to have another panic attack.

Me: Believe me BEN, its over. My mind is in a fog, I can't respond emotionally to anything right now.

BEN: Are you sure?

In response to BEN's question, I held my arm up in front of the computer screen and unwrapped the dishcloth to show him the gash on my arm. It was a clean cut, one that wouldn't have any issues healing- and thankfully I hadn't cut myself that deep, and it hat stopped bleeding. It was going to leave a scar though. BEN seemed to understand what my actions represented.

BEN: Very well.
BEN: Anything digital, like an alarm clock or the timers on your stove and microwave, serves as a window.
BEN: Using the computer I'm on right now, I am able to look through any of these “Windows” to see what you're doing- but I can only look through one at a time.
BEN: That was why I worried when you went into the kitchen- the “Windows” were so small that everything got blurry. I couldn't see or hear you clearly.

Me: Oh.
Me: Can you see me through anything else?

BEN: Yes.
BEN: I can see you through your television and your home phones.
BEN: Aside from that, I have no other means of watching you while your home. You don't have a cell phone, so I'd have to hack into outside sources to keep an eye on you when you were out.

Me: Ah, that's interesting.
Me: Listen BEN, I think I need to lie down for a little while

BEN: Then lie down. After what just happened, you need some rest.
BEN: Just leave the laptop open so I can keep an eye on you.

Me: Why not watch me through the T.V? Isn't the “Window” bigger?

BEN: I prefer the laptop. Besides, you can keep the laptop closer to you.
BEN: Lie down and get some rest. I'll wake you if anything happens.

Me: Alright, talk to you in a bit.

BEN: Just sleep Fae.

With that, I put my laptop on the armrest and lied down on the couch. I was out cold in seconds. I had the strangest dream...

“Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over for you my dear~” A strange, amused, male voice rang in the back of my mind. All I could see was darkness, but I felt like I was submerged in warm water. It was a calming feeling, but still, I could sense that I should have been afraid. But I had no idea what I was supposed to be afraid of.

“Who are you?” I said calmly. I could tell that I was trying to look around, but all I saw was darkness. Nothing in my line of vision changed- not until I was suddenly pulled into someones embrace. I didn't know who it was, nor was I able to try and look at their face. Whoever they were, they were holding my securely. I tried to wriggle out of their grasp, but I couldn't do so much as move my arms. It was strange though, normally being touched or held by someone- anyone- would have made me have a panic attack. But for some reason, I wasn't afraid- I wasn't even nervous. I was very calm, and pleasantly warm.

“Oh, never you mind that princess~ You'll find out soon enough~” The man said happily. I felt him brush some hair out of my face, and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a long, black nail. Either the person holding me had a thing for nail-polish, or he wasn't really a man. Could he be a demon? That might explain why I was being so calm- I'd read that demons could influence the minds of those they possess, so I thought that I'd been possessed.

“Now, tell me princess, what's your name?” He cooed, and for a split second it occurred to me that I should probably try to put up more resistance. But I didn't- I thought that if I was being possessed, I'd be better off just giving in and letting him do as he pleased. I was more willing to give him my body than I was to fight and get myself mutilated.

“Sarah.” I said tiredly- I was surprised by the sound of my voice. This was a dream right, so how was it possible for me to be tired? Maybe that was one of the demons powers, to sap my energy and remove my will to struggle.

“Hm, Sarah~” The demon said happily, as if he was testing the way it sounded when he said it.

“Alright, Sarah, close your eyes for a moment~” He said gently, and I obeyed without question. Then next thing I knew, my head was being tilted back, and I felt something press against my lips. In a flash, I snapped my eyes open- just in time to see a pair of white eyes staring at me. Then, my vision went black...

I suddenly woke to find that I was lying on my couch. There was a faint throbbing sensation behind my eyes, and my lips were tingling. After a few minutes, I slowly rolled onto my side, and I realized that I heard music. Not just any music, a song I'd taken a liking to when I was in middle school. I moved so that I could sit up and I stared down at my laptop, and sure enough, the media player was active. I pulled my laptop into my lap and I examined the screen- all of my favorite songs had been pulled up. That was weird- did BEN decide to play me some music while I slept? But how did he know all of my favorite songs? Sure, I told him the names of a few, but there were songs pulled up I'd never even told him about. Before I realized what I was doing, I was laughing. Man, he didn't skip a beat. The next thing I knew, BEN was messaging me. I wasted no time engaging him in a conversation.

BEN: I see you've woken up.
BEN: Did you sleep well?

Me: Yeah, I think so.

BEN: What do you mean?

Me: I had a strange dream is all. Don't worry about it.

BEN: Well, tell me about it anyway. You never know, it might be something important.

Me: Alright, I guess.
Me: I was, in a dark place. I felt like I was submerged in warm water. I heard a voice- a male voice. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything- I don't even know if I was standing or floating.
Me: Then, someone hugged me. I tried to look up and see who it was, but I couldn't move. They kept talking to me, they called me “Princess”, and moved some hair out of my face. I saw that he had long, black nails, so I thought that he might be a demon. Then he asked me for my name.

BEN: Did you tell them your name?

Me: Yes.

BEN: Why? Weren't you afraid?

Me: No, but I had the feeling that I was supposed to be.

BEN: You thought he was a demon, shouldn't you have been afraid?
BEN: Did you try to resist him?

Me: No, I didn't resist.

BEN: Why?

Me: I thought it would be better not to. I figured that if he was a demon, then he could destroy me on a whim. He was trying to be nice about it, possessing me I mean, so I figured that as long as I didn't resist, he wouldn't be mean.

BEN: You gave in so easily. Why exactly?

Me: C'mon BEN, you have access to ALL of my search history. You should know that I've read a number of stories and such on demons and possessions. I've read what happens when people struggle- broken bones, internal injuries, and all that junk.
Me: I'd rather loose my body to a demon than resist and wind up crippled for life.

BEN: Would you have resisted if he became violent?

Me: I don't know.

BEN: Alright. Continue.

Me: Okay.
Me: After I told him my name, he repeated it. Then, he told me to close my eyes, and I did. Then, I felt him tilt my head back, and I felt something press against my lips. I opened my eyes immediately, and I saw his white eyes boring into mind. Then I blanked out, and I woke up.
Me: I think the demon kissed me.

BEN: You say he had white eyes, can you describe them?

Me: Yes.
Me: His pupils were black, and his iris's were a strange blue-gray color. Other than that, his eyes seemed normal.
Me: Why did you want to know what his eyes looked like?

BEN: To confirm my suspicions.

Me: What?

BEN: The being in your dream wasn't a demon, he was actually a friend of mine.
BEN: And he wasn't trying to possess you, he was trying to converse with you.
BEN: He must have decided to communicate with you through your dreams. He has the ability to influence peoples minds, so he must have made you feel calm so that you wouldn't freak out when he talked to you.

Me: Oh, well, I guess that's better than being possessed by a demon.
Me: Can I ask his name?

BEN: You can ask, but I won't tell you.

Me: Is it safe for me to assume that your not allowed?

BEN: Bingo ^^

Me: Hey, you used the “^^”~

BEN: Indeed I did.
BEN: Now, you haven't eaten for a while, so you'd better have some breakfast.

Me: Actually, I think its lunch.

BEN: Either way, you need to eat.
BEN: Bring me into the kitchen so I can watch you cook.
BEN: I see you laughing, stop it.

Me: Alright BEN, I'll let you watch me cook. But don't expect me not to laugh.

With that, I slipped my laptop off my lap and pulled it off the charger, then I carried it to the kitchen with me. I wont lie, my legs were a little wobbly and I stumbled a bit, but I still managed to make it into the kitchen without hurting myself. Then, I set my laptop on the counter and opened my cabinets.

“Now, what should I make for lunch?”-