Prophecies of a vision

At a very tender young age I was visited by a vision in the night. That I could see with both my eyes open or closed. No matter where I gazed... up or down or straight ahead or side to bloody side or deep down into my smothering damp feathered pillows this thing, it came towards me. This creature carrying a dagger clenched in its lily white hands. It was a thunderous night this night I was awoken by the clambers of the wind and rain clawing at my windowsill. Shaking the beige and cream 70s chocolate curtains. I was six years old then, and I wasn’t fearful; but as the curtains moved ever further more apart! It was then I saw this thin youngish man. He stepped out of the curtains wearing a long black velvet coat which was all so I noticed beautifully scarlet lined. He looked a bit like a kind of Dorian gray figure! But only much worse for although he was a bit like Dorian” in that he seemed quite good looking” almost charming” he had only the one eye in the centre of his forehead; and his face stared deathly cold full of untold chilling malice: He walked steadfastly; grinning, with a face that was ingrained with evil intent, a purpose on doing something evil unto me. A face greyer and smoother than marble stone looked down on me like a tombstone. I was six and I screamed not just once but many times. Mother was alone down stairs in the backroom watching TV I heard her footsteps hammering their way up the staircase like a Batoven symphony! And then on came a blinding light of salvation shinning into my wet brown sobbing eyes; my mother spoke very rationally to me and assured me there was nothing at all to fear! Nothing at all..?
Mother then opened the curtains and then shut them tight together again. She kissed my little perspiring forehead and then closed the door behind her. Her footfalls were like very small piano keys hammering out ever smaller echoing sounds... spiralling down a descending stairwell. I shuddered as the curtains again began to open with a gush of storm wind. I lobbed myself deep down under the sheets and placed the damp feathered pillow over the top of my head again; again it wasn’t of any use! In front of me the horror of the vision just broadened its malice grin, and approached me again much quicker and mean fully. Again I had to scream; again those footsteps heavier and louder rang out like thunder. Again a light of salvation shone on my gargoyle crying face, but this time my mother’s voice was sharper her actions quicker than the storm! The curtains were slung apart wider and then clenched back together in one single drawn breath; followed by the words... There! You see... You see!
Then a sudden kiss and then her piano footfalls descended down the half lit spiralled staircase.
I prayed, Please, Please, please! Don’t let me be afraid; don’t let me scream out or call out for my mother, not another time. At first; all seemed fine the storm began to pass over head, as I lay there shivering, trembling remembering the face I had seen. A face; I then began to think... Looked an awful lot like that of mine own; but for some twenty odd or more years between the two, and that one central eye. Was this an ill omen of my future self brought forth to destroy me! A vision of my souls heading, again the curtains shook apart, again a glinting dagger slough off shards of blue stabbing light; again this Dorian gray figure came grinning towards me! Bent on murdering me and my innocents! Bent on murdering my soul....Was it me... Was it me...? I screamed... and I Screamed, this time I never stopped; I never heard my mother’s loud thudding footsteps; not this time, I just screamed... and screamed: I screamed until the light came on, until I was cradled away to safety.