Heather was asleep and awake in the same moment. Her cute printed bedsheets that seemed so soft when she slipped into them now felt like some strong creature holding her still in a tight grip. She couldn't move except for her eyes, wide opened, staring around, over every corner of her room. The shadows of the furniture seemed unnatural, like they were living creatures as well. Heather was afraid, she had never felt like this before – she was a regular teenager with regular teenager problems. But now she was in this unexpected situation of intense fear. "This is nothing. This is my room. Nothing can happen and why would anything happen to me ?" she thought, the voice in her head like blurred by a strange stuttering sound.
Then, someone, something opened the door. Heather's fear was blurring the corners of her sight, focusing her on the thing…
A silhouette was drawn entering the room. It looked human. A mass of dry, thick black hair was covering its face. The boy, or what could be one, had a deformed allure. He was breathing some sort of madness, each breath accompanied by a strange groan. He had long arms, ended by pale hands that didn't bear difformity but had something crooked about them, most certainly because of the long, dirty nails and the scary, skinny bone structure covered in a pale white, leathery skin. The boy was wearing what appeared to have been a white hoodie which had been worn over and over for a long time. It was covered in brownish stains and the thin fabric had a paper-like texture. It was dried blood. He also wore dress pants, the seams at the edges were torn and it was bearing some discolorations in various places as well, and the shoes at his feet were unidentifiable. Holding a kitchen knife, he lifted his skinny arm and muttered something, his legs trembling.
His voice sounded like he hadn't talked for months. He was stuttering and groaning at the same time, but although he could barely pronounce his three words, he separated them clearly by a second of silence that felt like a stab in the throat.
"Go. To. Sleep."
