Things That Come

11pm.
Dark fingers with steely hair reach up.  
Tap tap tap, black finger nails strike the window.
"come out come out, its time to play, we missed you."
The taps on the window echo in the dark room somehow in slow motion.  They reach his ears and his eyes open.  A heavy sigh instead of a sleepy exhale.  No sleep tonight...again.
"We are here for you to pay us with your dreams, pay us for all the wicked and evil things you have done...yes...yes."
As he sits up he can now see through the window where the taps came from and behind the hand still on the glass he could see a group of black misfigured demons nodding their heads.  Nodding to a rhythm he can't follow.  
"Ah there you are, come with us, it is time, we are here to feed on you because you deserve no sleep wicked one''  and with the dark night sky behind them, they start to dance. Their ugly bodies moving to a silent song beyond the glass.  He sits and stares almost hypnotized but not quite. They dance to put him in a trance so they can replace his thoughts and turn his vision inside to make him watch reels of thoughts, thoughts of all those he hurt.  But tonight they show him more than what he did, they show him what happened to them after.  He sat there in this captive state, his body their hostage while they torture him with their pain.
An ery voice whisper in, "wicked must see what wicked do, you wicked but you do not see wicked man, but we are here to take payment for your wickedness, you will not sleep, you will not be happy, we will come every night and take from you what you take from them" 
Hours pass with the man sitting up in this trance, watching their pain become his nightmares, over and over and over again.  They dance, dark ugly shadows of demons right outside the window, prancing in their dream conjuring, feeding the pain of those he hurt while stealing his happiness.
The dark blue night gets tipped with orange and they stop dancing and vanish.  His body falls back to bed dazed and tired. Only one hour to sleep before the alarm goes off in an hour. Tonight, they will be back.