Something black and unclear entered Anita’s room at night... This creature had its own features, but they lived as if independently and did not unite together. It made some sounds that could not be called a voice. The creature whispered. And, whispering, it caressed Anita. She waved it off; she called upon all her strength to scream, after which the vision disappeared, and the girl immediately fell into sleep. Anita even had a name for this black vision. She called it “incubus.” For me, “incubus” was a legend. For Anita - reality.