The young male shot up in his bed, gasping for breath. He found that his eyes moved, yet the rest of his body didn't. It was happening again.

You could practically drink the fear that seeped out of him, the way his mind raced intoxicated you. His breathing and heart hammering were the only sounds filling the room.

Suddenly, your clawed hand creeped the closet door open. Yet, all he saw was the darkness of his room, along with the dim light from the moon shining through his window.