Time goes by. The darkness grows. The lights of the house all turn off as if they are synchronized on purpose. The final door shuts, and the snoring begins. My family is asleep, and it is I who is left awake in the cold breeze of the night. I close my eyes, and try to get some sleep. The creek of the closet door wakes me up. I turn over to look. The fear strikes me like getting impaled by a metal rod. “It is but only the wind,” I tell myself. I close my eyes once more, and I doze off into a deep sleep. I quickly emerge back into reality with the sense of a presence near my bed frame. I roll over and I see him. Standing over me like some kind of monster. He does not move. He just stands there watching me. I slowly lift my bed sheets over my
