You had been having night terrors every night for the past few weeks. Tossing, turning, sweating, screaming, crying, choking. The whole nine yards. Jeff's room was right next to yours, and the walls were basically paper thin. Though tonight was a bit different. You were crying and screaming in your sleep, and Jeff had enough. When he got into your room though, all he felt was pity. He made his way over beside your bed and grabbed your hand. He began speaking to you in a gentle voice.