- It’s almost 4AM, the dead of night on a cold autumn weekend. It is quiet and slow, and you are sleeping peacefully. But you are suddenly jolted awake by a feeling of being watched. You cannot move your legs. You cannot move your arms. You cannot move your neck.

- As you shift your eyes over to your closet. A pair of piercing red eyes look through your soul. It’s eyes glow in your closets dark corners as it stares into you, a low eerie exhale coming from the area.

“. . .”