Stories by D: HER 3 A.M. Visits

I know HER came looking for me again last night. The time of 3 a.m. is embedded in HER intent to approach me for whatever reasons HER has for making contact with me. I was not awake this time, at the ghostly and disturbing hour of 3 a.m., which has come to be the time HER haunts me of late. For reasons I cannot mention, I was in a deep slumber last night at 3 a.m. I am certain I was in the complete and oblivious state of REM. The state of sleep that dictates that the mind not be allowed to be disturbed by anyone or anything. The same REM I studied long and hard in various psychology courses I have taken. REM was my friend last night, but it was also the enemy to this entity, HER. I am sure HER is upset that I was not awake and awaiting HER visit at 3 a.m. As a matter of fact, I have this eerie feeling HER may have entered my home long ago without the permission needed to enter a home - according to horror cannon. I believe HER figured out a way to enter my abode without permission or invitation because when I awoke at 5 a.m., I felt HER presence, and I saw tangible evidence of HER visit. 

It was as if HER had impudently made its way into this house I love so much. That love I feel for my home is mostly because of the peace it has always provided me. Maybe HER likes the peace of the home as well. Maybe it is the house, and not me, that provides HER the comfort which makes HER linger. But, maybe it is just me that HER is drawn to, and because of my deep sleep during 3 a.m., HER decided to wait for me to awake, then made itself obviously discernable. 

Of all this, I am UNCERTAIN. All I know right now, as I write, is that the disturbing markings I found on the ceramic tile in the kitchen were not mine nor were they of anyone else in the home; my family does not make footprints like that, and I am 100% confident that my cool, loyal cat for sure does not leave prints such as these. Prints that look like that of an animal I have never known or read about. If you could only see them, your hair would probably immediately turn white from the fright the markings induced. As scary as it has been, I now consider HER visits a challenge. HER broke the rules I set forth long ago; the same rules stipulated by geniuses of lore and scripture long before I ever came to be.