My Worst Fear: The Blub Blub Monster

This started when I was about three, maybe two years old. I don’t remember where it came from, but I started having these reoccurring nightmares. They always started with me having a normal (as normal as dreams can get) happy dream. Then suddenly everything would go quiet and still, and I would suddenly teleport either into an empty black void or to my bed, but everything would be pitch black and I wouldn’t be able to see anything. There’d be about a second or two of silence, probably to hammer in what was about to happen, and then it would start.
I would start to hear this disembodied voice. It didn’t always sound the same, but it would always be deep, completely monotone like a sci-fi robot, and never stop to take a breath. The only thing it would say was ‘Blub,’ over and over. And it would keep doing this as the thing the voice belongs to comes closer and closer to my position with me being completely helpless to stop it. I’m unable to move or make the sound. The voice doesn’t change volume as it comes towards me, always staying the same, so I don’t get the luxury of knowing when it will reach me. But I somehow know on a visceral level that it’s coming towards me very slowly. Relishing in my terror.
I think it takes about thirty seconds to a minute of this until it reaches me. When it does finally get to me, it bites me, always starting with my right temple, and I wake up as it starts eating me alive. I don’t feel any pain when it bites me, thankfully, but I can’t describe how awful its teeth feel when they sink into my flesh.
I’ll be turning nineteen in three days, and I STILL have these dreams sometimes. I had one yesterday in fact, when I took an afternoon nap. I think that’s the first time i had one during the day. And I think I’d be over this fear by now, except for an experience I had unlike all the others.
I was six or seven, and I was spending the night at my grandparents house and was sleeping in Grandpa’s big bed. I had only been laying there for about twenty minutes when I suddenly heard it.
“Blub Blub Blub Blub Blub Blub”
Now one thing to mention real quick, this happened when I was still Christian (that’s a different story) and my family always told me that if I told something to leave in Jesus’s name, it had to leave. And that was all fine and dandy except of course for the whole can’t talk during the nightmare bit. So I just lay there, terrified, waiting for the Blub Blub Monster to attack, but it doesn’t. It just stands there in the room, blubbing like the sadistic ** it is. And no I don’t know how i know it was being still, because again I have no idea what it looks like, but somehow i just know. So I decide to give it a try, and against all odds, I manage to tell it to go. And it does! There are some clanking sounds and it’s gone. The room is silent again.
Now, here is where things get incredibly scary for me.
1: I had not fallen asleep, i was awake, and I didn’t have the situation of being woken up.
2: the clanking noises turned out to be a vent beside the bed that the monster had apparently stepped on when it left. But I had never hit that vent before, and had no idea what it sounded like being hit, so how would I have dreamt about it?
You could say this was sleep paralysis, but you can’t talk during sleep paralysis! So as incredibly embarrassing as it sounds, I really believe that the Blub Blub Monster is a real thing and it actually visited me in real life that night.
so to this day, i am still afraid of it. I don’t like saying the word Blub, because I think it’ll get its attention. When i hear something that sounds similar to the monster, I jump. I even screamed ** murder one morning because my sister’s yawn sounded similar to it. I don’t like writing the word Blub, but I have for the sake of this confession. I am worried about posting this because I’m scared it will rile it up, but I’m tired of being tormented by something so ridiculous, real or not, and I’m taking steps to take away power from it.