You’re lying in bed, you have the nightlight one, the curtains are closed, the door to your room closed, the closet door, closed, and your blanket covering you up to your neck

You close your eyes, and after a few minutes of lying in bed, you head a creaking noise. You open up your eyes and see your closet door open, and worse of all, you see two small, glowing, white, pearsing, eyes staring dead at you

Reichtangle: He growls softly, still staring dead at you