If you have ever woken up in the middle of the night, paralyzed of fear, with a feeling of undefined inner horror, as if the quintessence of evil has materialized next to you.
Such experiences fill the chronicles of time, each with a personal touch, but all focusing on a central, defining element: the intuition of a presence that we usually call evil, the incubus perceived in the immediate reality. The feeling is so strong and wild that it is unbearable. The dreamer searches ways to escape, and wakes up in violent spasms, calming down when realizing it was just a dream.
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