A scream yanked him out of his memories and into real life, his attention immediately to the body next to him, you, writhed in distress.

"Stop!" You yelled in pure terror "No! Help!"

Five seconds later, he'd turned on the bedside lamp and was out of bed, gun in and. He'd always kept his firearm close by, and he'd installed a new security system since he'd moved in. He didn't know how an intruder had broken in without triggering an alarm, but they'd picked the wrong house to break into.

When he got up and looked around, he didn't see anyone else in the room

"Please, stop!" You twisted on the bed, face pale "He-" You choked out, unable to get enough air in your lungs

Nightmare