I awoke, startled by almost pitch black, illuminated by a dim white light penetrating the window at the end of the room, and the room was dead silent. Strange it was, yet it had a sense of Deja Vu to it. The silent ambiance was dousing my normal lightning-fast thinking. And I only heard the creaking of the stairs, someone was coming up. I could hear whistling in the direction of the creaking stairs. The hymn was unfamiliar, but it intrigued me. I had to see what was going on, so I carefully crept out of bed, and glanced around the corner. A cloaked figure in white was lashing fists at the unfortunate man on the ground. With every blow the man crumpled further to the ground, whimpering in fear. Suddenly the room felt colder, and I couldn't help but shiver and watch in terror. It was clear the man was beyond saving, but then the whimpering ceased, He was dead. I quickly crawled back in bed, the mattress creaked as I slipped into bed. The shadow of the figure's head darted in my direction. I froze, throwing the covers over my shaking body. The figure's footsteps came closer. And closer. And closer, then they stopped. The cloaked figure scanned the area, and after a brief moment of what seemed like ages, it shrugged it off, stalking away, dragging its victim behind it down the stairs. I sighed in relief, and my breathing returned to normal But I couldn't stop thinking about the past events. Where had I seen this room? And who was the figure in white? All this thinking tired me, my eyes threatening to close, still I tried to fight it, how could I sleep now? I had witnessed an murder, grisly at that. But I couldn't help but think how long it would be till I was next. I laid on the bed, pondering, trying to think of who the figure in white was, and why I was here. The darkness felt oddly comforting, considering what a frightening terror I had experienced. My eyes betrayed me, and my head sank into the pillow. Then sleep overcame me.