And by the end of the day as I stood in my room ready for bed, it had come back tenfold. I could see them. Shadows moving in the trees behind our house. Like wraiths stalking, waiting, for the chance to kill me in my dreams.As the paranoia took hold I ran through the house locking the windows and shutting all the curtains. With each whistle of the wind and creak of this old house I would flinch and move faster to block out the outside world. The near silent ticking of the clock was like a blaring siren counting down the minutes until the dying would begin.It had never bothered me this much before. The time before I slept was usually more peaceful but if these monsters were going to stalk me in my waking life I would have to be vigilant here as well.It felt as if the ticking clock grew louder and I knew there was no more stalling it. Tonight’s dying was about to begin. I slid into to bed as just waited in the dark silence. My whole body jerked as a sudden sound infiltrated the darkness.
