Share the ones that left you drenched in sweat with your heart racing at 120 BPM.
Mine is a recurring one. It starts with the sound of my kitchen door rattling, soft at first, then growing into a series of unsettling bangs. When I turn to look, I see him—a man with eerie blue skin, trying to squeeze through a small hole in the wall behind the door. His head and one leg have already forced their way inside, and he twists his body in unnatural ways, contorting to pull the rest of himself through.
Every time, I wake up just before he makes it in.