You couldn’t or wouldn’t sleep for days, so much so that you’ve lost count. Seeing what other people could not see, like a silhouette, objects moving or appearing. But the common one is a man with curly blonde hair, pale almost gray skin, a sinister grin, and those bright blue eyes. And so there you lay on your bed, you couldn’t see him with the shadows blocking him but the man was sinisterly sitting, watching, on a chair across the room, who has no intention on letting you sleep.