My unbound spirit is infected by Mara as I lay my head down and close my eyes. I've been pulled through the tiniest key holes and stuffed under the smallest door cracks becoming immaterial like her. It is a curse I must bear, to lay with different men each night waiting for them to drift into the deepest part of sleep so I can extract their life force. She taught me how to pin a body down, how to suffocate them just right so I can still swallow their screams. I've become as cunning as her, only leaving visions of my morbid oppression behind.
Whether you believe Mara is a nightmare or physical existence, this wicked spirit is undetectable when she approaches your side in the shadows of the night, leaving you powerless, so she can easily feed off your soul. When you are freed from this daze you will be harrowed by the episode of paralysis. Unfortunately, she'll return again and again until she completely drains you and claims your life. Some say these attacks may come from a recently deceased relative who is restless or it is a case a vampirism. A wooden stake is the only thing to prevent your expiration; by driving it through the coffin of the assailant, to the earth. This execution will immobilize the spirt and prevent it from leaving it's grave when night falls..
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