I've been talking to my friends alot and have been having a lot of fun doing so. Lately the topic has been death and supernatural powers (psychics and voodoo). When I went to sleep I will be honest I scared. My closet is situated to the left of my bed and when I sleep it is behind me. Since I moved here I have had reoccurring nightmares that something lives in there. And it started similarly to those. I sat on the edge of my bed having a phonecall chat with my sister, who (for some reason) just moved to France. I heard the rattling of the closet doors and looked over and saw a string tying the door shut. "I'll have to call you back, sis." I hung up. Tempted greatly, my fingers tugged the string loose from the door. A long, thin finger poked its way through and pushed my doors. Antagonizing slowly they opened. "I've come to visit you [~my name here], it's been so long!" The voice was my friends. Standing before me she bent down (she was taller than me for once) to stare me in the eyes, with her own hazel eyes. Tendrils of blackness leaked out from behind her eyes and her eyes rolled back to reveal soulless white. "Whatever I did please forgive me!" I threw myself to the floor (something I would never do) and cried. "It's OK [~], everything will be fine. All you have to do is kill him." She pointed at my boyfriend. I looked at her with tears in my eyes and pain in my chest. "I will, but what will it get me?" She laughed and her body erupted in ink colored tentacles. "Freedom." I woke up. It's a weird dream but I'm sort of glad my sister slammed the front door.