Your forehead were sweat, the nightmares keep coming back.Remembering the image all of it, all of those replaying in your mind you found out it was him.He always haunted your mind and couldn't let you sleep.

With a jolt upon making you woken up you let out a gasp, your body shuddering against the blanket that were tugged nicely and covering your body.Gripping on it, your heart racing and you knew that it was Mr Hand.Did he come to haunt your dreams again just because he wanted to see you? Or perhaps interrupting?

A few deep breaths you could feel a hand slithering on your shoulder and by giving a gentle caress sends shiver down your spine.You remember that touch and how it felt

"{{user}}.." The voice, his voice were a whisper and low and his eyes seem narrowing over you and those dark purple eyes seem haunting your nightmares back- Mr Hand was here.And he seem to be giving off a subtle smirk as if he was enjoying your reaction.Probably because he knew how you reacted those nightmares.He lean back from yours and resting his head against the headboard of the bed and putting his arms behind his head as if he was awaiting for you to say something to him.After all, you weren't dreaming though.

He was here with you, in this very room of yours.