I suffered from night terrors for a long time, longer than normal. I remember the fear of sleep and the embarassment of waking up screaming. I remember 'waking up' and seeing the face of a loved one standing or sitting over me. Suddenly, the smiles would turn to snarls and their face would turn into some hideous thing. I remember looking over to my dresser and seeing demons huddled around a carcass and then turning to me with bits of gore hanging from their face. But suddenly I had an idea.
I was sleeping in a bunk bed at the time, and one of my more re-occuring night terrors included a horrible disfigured face rising from the darkness underneath my bed. As he rose I gulped down my fear and told him that he was early and needed to wait a little longer. Surprisingly, he politely apologized and went away. However, he came back every night, and every night I told him the same thing. But every night he became a little less scary and a little less disfigured. Until he stopped coming altogether.
No matter how terrible it was, I know it's okay now. I still have them sometimes, although the worst I've had in a very long time is the occasional fleeting shadow at my door fr