A man sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He hadn't slept properly in months, his mind plagued with thoughts of his mother. She had been the one person who could always calm him down and ease his worries. But she was gone now, and he felt completely lost.

He tried to shut his eyes and drift off to sleep, but as usual he was plagued by a feeling of restlessness. It was as if he could no longer remember how to dream. And as time went on, he began to fear that he never would again.

One night, as the man lay awake in bed, he heard a faint whisper in his ear.

"Your mother is here."

The man sat bolt upright, his heart beating fast. He looked around the room, but there was nothing there. He closed his eyes again, trying to forget the strange voice.

But then he heard it again. This time, louder.

"Your mother is calling you."

The man opened his eyes. This time, he could see a faint outline of a person standing beside his bed. A chill ran down his spine as he realized who it was.

Finner: "M...mother?"