Night Terrors

I awoke in the dream exactly how I was in real life. Because of the darkness of the dream I knew he was back. The door was open and the hallway light was dimmed. I could move almost freely and I looked to see a friend lounging on the floor. She was a friend, well, more of an acquaintance. We weren’t too close but I still enjoyed her company whenever we were around each. Only it wasn’t her. She has no color, just a black silhouette. She reaches her arm out to the side of my bed and speaks but it’s not her voice. It’s very contorted like a bad radio signal. I can pick out the words “we’re… alone… we’re not…”