Demon sitting in the corner of the bed

I wake up confused and frightened in a wooden bed. After the fear, the first thing I feel is my body. It's warm, comfy. And it's mine. My body. I can move it. Jesus Christ, I can move it! Thank God I can move it. I don't wanna anymore lose any ability to move any part of my body.

What happened? It was just a dream ? Am I home ? Before any answer can be formulated by the intellect, I saw something.

A demon sitting in the corner of the bed 

With no form and many eyes, my mind fails to formulate a body or any intention. 

He looks to me with intense and curiosity. Like I did something wrong.

"How it was?" - He asked

"What?"- I replied

"To be" - His eyes move up and down, like a piston. It's like he is not even seeing. His eyes are moving by no reason.

"...What?" -I replied, confused. To be ? Am I not "be" anymore ?

That is when I realized. It's not a demon, not in a commom sense. It's demon because what he is going to say.

"Ah... You still think you are. You don't remember what happened right? That's okay. You are going to remeber before you leave this bed" - The demon says with a strange face.

It is making a fear expression (It's more a impression than a factual perception of the reality), but he is talking calmly and in a relaxed manner. It's disgusting.

He looks to me, waiting for my answer

"I... Died right ?"

"Yes"

"So, where I am"

"Oh... Now I got it" -It said with a surprised expresion (How Can I say that?) "You still need some more"

"Some more?"

"Yes, let's make sure the next will be the last shall we?

"What do you me/"

And then, I wake up by her voice