Chell got out of bed for the third time. She got a flashlight and walked slowly to the closet. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Black nothingness. She shined the flashlight inside it. She saw nothing but a couple of shirts and jackets. She just started to go back to bed when a strange sound came from the closet.
Whrr. Whrr. Whrr. It was a steady pulsing. She quicky spun around and shined the flashlight back into the closet. She didn't see anything, but the sound continued. Whrr. Whrr. She slowly stuck her hand in the closet and felt around. She felt something on her hand, vibrating. She screamed and quickly pulled her hand out. With her came a black piece of metal that went crashing to the floor. It seemed to be the cause of the sound. Whrr. Whrr. It shook around on the floor with each pulse. She picked it up to find... her cellphone, set on vibrate.
She sighed at her own stupidity and opened the phone. It was yet another useless message, so she closed it again and put it on her bedstand, instead of back in the shirt pocket it had come out of. She figured that this way, if it went off again, she'd know it was coming from her stand, and she'd know what it was. She got back in bed, and found herself staring into a bright red light. This time, she was able to muffle her outburst with her hand, and almost fell off the bed backing up. Once she got over her surprise, she remembered that her computer was still on, downloading a large file. She was staring at her laptop; a glowing red light showing that it was closed, but on. She put it under the bed and lied back down.
It seemed that every night was like this. Paranoia had haunted her ever since she managed to get home from the Enrichment Center. She managed to cope, though, and just sighed and tried to go to sleep. She knew that nightmares would haunt her all night, but it was the only way to get to morning quickly.