“Wake up.” You’d hear something call out to you, every night, and it took the tone of a gravely, deep voice.

An invisible force seems to solidify into fingers, and they prod and touch along your thigh playfully. The blanket shifts, and you feel like real hands are roaming your entire body, mapping it out...

“Wake up, my pretty.” It’d soon say, forming a wicked smile, with jagged teeth on display...