With a sigh, she replied "Fine I'll tell you, not because I want to, just because you have clearly given me no choice."

" Yeah, yeah whatever. Now, spill it." Molly grinned

Looking around and up to the large glass window-at the top floor- on the side. She saw Ms Vldarmort on her phone, before her gaze settled on Molly.

"Okay, what I'm about to tell you, I trust, you won't tell Ms. Vldarmort."

" You are willing to tell me your problem, the least I can do is keep it safely stored up here." she said and pointed to her head.

Leslie tried not to laugh as she stared at Molly in disbelief, the strangeness of this woman knows no end, does it.

Shaking her head she responded "Okay...well...the thing is lately, I've been losing sleep. I don't really understand why I go to bed really early, but whenever I wake up the next day it's like I didn't even sleep a wink. And it's frustrating the hell out of me."
She paused midway to see Molly nodding her head with hands on her chin.

She continued "I have done several researchs, and taken different medications, but they all failed flatly." While her fingers massaged her temple.

"I'm really... really fed up." She huffed and looked up at Molly who had been silently listening to her.

"Hmm...you know, these symptom of fatigue and tiredness only explain one thing." Molly raised one finger while she spoke.

" Which is?" Leslie queried as she raised an eyebrow.

"Sleep walking off course!" She exclaimed "A person can only feel this" Her finger pointed to Leslie " tired, if they sleep walk."

Leslie looked at Mollly like she had just said the stupidest thing on Earth " You are serious, right?"

Sleep walking was the last thing she thought of, yes, maybe she showed symptoms similar to a sleep walker. But that couldn't possibly make her one.

"Do I look like someone who would kid around?" She asked, which made Leslie scoff.

" Oh no, you wouldn't now, would you?"

"Whatever Leslie, I'm just saying, you should probably see a doctor." She shrugged and got up from Leslie's desk which she was sitting on.

"Like I haven't, they all said the same thing 'eat right, don't stress too much, go to bed early and most importantly take your pills'."

All the doctors she visited always repeated the same quote, and it never worked.

"Oh," She replied. Molly pondered a bit before she blurted out "Sleep fucking?"

"What?!" Leslie exclaimed. "Where did you even get that idea from Molly?"

Okay, today's the day she had just gotten proof that Molly Simpson was indeed a very very weird person. She thought to herself.

Sleep walking was a minor, but sleep fucking that was just something else. And even if she were to engage in an activity such as "sleep fucking" with whom was it going to be practiced with. She lived alone.

"Okay, Molly...just go back to your desk, you have helped enough. Thank you."

"I will, and I'm glad I was able to help." She smiled and turned to leave.

Help my foot, Leslie scoffed internally as Molly made her way back to her desk.

* * * * * *

Immediately Leslie got home, she headed straight to her room as anxiety gnawed her insides. Molly's words about how she maybe sleep walking still echoed in her brains, off course, she didn't believe Molly but the chances of it being true were like a thin thread.

She twisted the doorknob and let her now unclad feet touch the tiled floor as she trodded towards the vanity- where her laptop layed-which was placed beside her white sheeted wooden bed.

She dragged the swivel chair infront of the vanity back, sat down, then drew it forward and opened her laptop. She switched it on, clicking on the search engine, she typed in the words 'SYMPTOMS OF SLEEP WALKING'.

'Sleep walking, also know as somnambulism.

It can last one-two hours at night, right after a person falls asleep. Symptoms may include: loss of any previous memory of sleep walking, excessive daytime sleepiness, tripping, or fatigue...'

Her hands turned cold and clammy as she scrolled and read what her screen displayed. What if Molly was right?; What if all these days, she had really been sleep walking?

All the symptoms she had experienced were similar to the ones displayed on her laptop's screen.

Her mind found it hard to process, How? and When? Where the questions that kept twirling in her head.

She just wanted answers...
That was when an idea struck her, like lightening on land soil.

Videotape! She could videotape herself sleeping, and get proof if her problem was really sleepwalking; or if it was just a fickle.

* * * * * *

Leslie finished setting up the little camera which she purchased that day. She double checked the side to confirm it was on, and used her hands to set it in the right position so it was facing vis-a-vis her bed.

Hands on her hips, she stared at the camera and puffed out a breath, as she spoke " I hope this works."

This would finally be a chance for her to know what her problem was, it had to work. She thought internally. She dragged her feet towards her table and increased the brightness of the lampshade.

After that she slipped under the her sheets. Falling asleep wasn't a hassle-reason being that she had gotten almost no sleep for three weeks-as she fell into deep slumber in less than a minute.

The next morning, Leslie woke up to the sound of her shrilly alarm, her body felt limp while she struggled to get out of the bed, eyelids more puffed than ever, and her feet slapped the ground.

Her shoulders were slinked as she dragged her feet towards her bathroom, then something caught her eyes. She couldn't help but notice-even in her sleepy state-that her bathroom door was opened. She vividly remembered that she had closed the door of her bathroom right after taking a shower, but now it was opened.

How...?

Her thought trailed as her eyes grew wide in realization, the camera! In that moment her head darted to the camera, which still stood in it's position from last night. She would finally get proof, of what goes on every night while she slept.

She beelined to it and in a swift manner removed the USB drive at the top. And trotted back to her dressing table, where her laptop was laying, she slipped into her chair. Inserting the chip inside the little rectangle by the side of the laptop, then a page loaded with a video.

Leslie placed her palms together as she silently prayed for her thoughts to be false, before she clicked the video.

It started playing...

She saw herself increase the lamps brightness before slipping under the covers and falling asleep almost immediately.

Leslie gazed intently at her sleeping figure for close to three minutes, and almost got convinced nothing was going to happen, until her- sleeping figure-eyes suddenly shot open. This caused Leslie to jerk back in her seat, almost falling, she dragged her chair closer to her desk. As her eyes narrowed at the video.

Her figure got out of the bed and carefully placed her feet on the tiled ground, then propelled her body upwards as she turned to her side, and picked up the glass of water which layed beside Leslie's laptop.

She downed the whole glass as though she hadn't had any. Afterwards she placed it down, and a smile crept up her lips.

What the hell is going on! The question rang in Leslie's head as panic surged through her veins.

Doesn't sleep walking involve a person being half asleep and half awake at the same time. But why in heavens name does it look like she is fully conscious, with her eyes open.

Leslie watched her figure with raw panic, as she sashay towards the closet which was opposite the bed, and proceeded to open it. She tapped her finger on her chin while her eyes scanned the contents of the closet until it landed on a matching leather jacket and pants.

She picked the duo and slipped out of her night gown, then wore the pair which she had picked.

How is this even happening? Leslie questioned herself, This was worse than sleep walking or even...sleep fucking!

The woman in the video was not her, it couldn't be her. Leslie retorted internally.

But what theory could explain what was going on in this video, her brain couldn't brew any rational explaination, except for someone possessing her, this thought provoked goosebumps throughout her skins. Even so, the thought didn't sound very rational to her.

She watched the person, who she had now established was not her, head toward her dressing table while searching for something. However she didn't find it, so she strolled into the bathroom and came out with a deodorant which she sprayed all over her leather clothed body. She smiled and walked back to the vanity and kept the deodorant on it.

Leslie's eyes slowly trailed from her laptop to the deodorant which stood in front of her mirror. She swallowed fighting the already building panic and continued with the video.

Only to see the person(herself) had already approached the camera, with a smirk plastered on her face, she crouched a little, and waved. In that moment, Leslie froze with terror, as the figure walked away and vanished into thin air.

The End.

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