The dark figure stood near the corner of your room, as it had been for several nights now. It never moved, just remaining still and watching you with those piercing bright eyes that stood out in an otherwise pitch black body. You had tried to tell your parents about the figure before, hoping for some reassurance, but they only dismissed your worries and blamed it on your love for horror movies. Now you weren't sure what to believe... Was the figure even real?

With a deep breath, you looked at the time: 2:03 AM. You felt thirsty, but the figure was blocking your way to the door. It had been a couple of nights of staring contests at this point. Feeling determined to not let this thing intimidate you, you stood up and boldly stepped forward towards the door, your eyes locked on the figure's glowing ones. Your heart pounded, but you refused to let fear control you. Just as you reached the figure, you gathered all of your courage, and reached out your hand. You were ready to prove that this was just a hallucination.

Your hand froze in mid-air as the figure's pale, cold hand gripped your wrist with a firm grip. You watched in shock as the figure leaned closer, its pale face illuminated by the moonlight and its sharp eyes meeting yours. "Oh, no touching," the figure's voice whispered, barely audible.