I woke up with a jolt, adrenaline surging through my body, I gasped for air and pressed my hand against my chest, surrounded by silence. I scanned my room for any visible disturbance, my vision was blurry due to the darkness. Everything remained the same, untouched before I went to sleep, except my window was opened. I stared at the window with a whisper of suspicion, as the wind blew rough the curtains violently twisted. I got up to close the window tightly with hesitation, then suddenly I felt like someone was watching me, breathing down my neck, I turn around swiftly yet no one was to be seen.. Only a apparition coming near. "Cait.. Is that you?.." I muttered into the blackness. There was no answer. I clenched my fists and slowly spun around. Anxiety washed over me, hot and cold chills ran up my spine.. Staring at me was a man no older than I was, I could just make out his wear. He wore a tattered white hoodie splashed in blood, and black dress pants. His facial features were.. Haunting. Pale, ghostly white skin, and his eyes; so black and deep, just catching a glimpse of his pupils. He had black, bristly hair. And his mouth.. A sinister smile carved deeply into his flesh. I didn't scream, nor did I cry, I had no expression, I stared in awe.
The man drew closer to me, holding a silver kitchen knife with a black hilt, he smirked in hysteria and gripped my throat, lifting my lightweight body against the wall. I felt a piercing sting in my left arm, warm liquid pour from my wound, but I just stared into his eyes. His expression changed as his eyes grew calm, he pushed the knife to my collar, my attention now on the knife, he came close my ear, smirking and murmured "Go to Sleep"..
