Voldemort rolled over in bed, trying to sleep. Didn't work. Stupid nightlight had to break on the eclipse. Wormtail, trying to fix it right now, couldn't fix anything...he'd probably have to disguise himself and buy a new one.
The room was dark. He didn't have the nerve to get up and open the door. Too dark. Where was his teddy bear? Probably thrown out again. He promised himself he'd root through the garbage tommorow. But... he feared the dark! Looking up at the ceiling, he saw what looked like a monster creeping towards him...he couldn't take it anymore.
"MOMMY!"
Note: Voldemort is not OOC! The book itself said that he was afraid of the dark!