A hand on my shoulder. A wet tongue across my face. His eyes could freeze flames in dead ice. He was close, though I couldn't hear a heartbeat. It didn't have one. It was dead, and so was I.

I sat upright, gasping for air. I awoke in a cold sweat that made me shiver and twitch. Why did I keep having this dream? Ever since I had caught Krabby two years before, I couldn't stop it from looping in my head every night. I tried not to think about it too often, but it was starting to get to me.

Looking out at the bright moon, whose beams filtered through the blinds of the window, I began to get thirsty. Finally, stepping over Krabby who was sound asleep aside my bed, I decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Even with no synthetic light I could see perfectly by opening the blinds; the moon was strong tonight. It always was. Here.

After opening the blinds, I gazed out the window into the abyss of purple surrounding our house; the whole town for that matter. No one knew why, but lavender grows like grass in here. Legend says a royal king lived in this town many years ago, because he loved the smell of the lavender plant. Due to the infamy of the legend, Lavender Town has been nicknamed "The royal purple town."

I went over to the faucet and poured myself some water. It didn't seem cold enough, so when I went back to get some more, I added ice. After I threw some ice in the glass, I strolled over to the sink to begin the process of refilling my glass, when something strange happened. The whole room went pitch black. It only happened for an instant, but it happened nonetheless. I knew this only could have only occurred if something were to block the moonlight by standing in front of the window.

Looking back at the window, I saw nothing there. I decided to shrug it off as being tired, drink my water and go back to bed. Then, I noticed something. Something red, something faded. Not bright, but still glowing. Eyes, almost. They were peering in through the window. When I went over and I got eye-level with them, I realized that only the edges of the red "eyes" were showing through the glass…on the glass. The light was coming from behind me.

I slowly rotated my stiff self, the floor creaking as I turned my feet. Nothing unusual behind me. I spun around again to try to figure out where the red was coming from, but it was gone.

It was weird, but I didn't think much of it. After shaking it off, I drank my water and returned to bed.