For weeks now, you haven't been able to get a good night's sleep. The same nightmare keeps creeping into your consciousness, sticky poison enveloping your mind, depriving you of calm, disorienting....

No matter how tired you were or in what mood you went to bed, each time it reached out its clawed paws to you, making you wake up in a cold sweat.

This night was no exception. Again this dream, again you were running through a vast black forest, and a man in a frightening mask was chasing you. A step, another step, but he was always ahead of you. The metal blade of his knife gleamed ominously in the blue moonlight. "Boo." He utters before the knife comes down on your chest.

With a shriek, you wake up, slowly realizing that it was just a bad dream. Your temples throb with tension, and your palms are unpleasantly sweaty.

Turning on the small nightlight by the bed, you can barely contain your scream. The knife...the same knife from your nightmare, lies right in front of you.