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I wake up with a start

Are my eyes open or closed?

Its too dark

Something doesn't feel right

Im sweating

The hall light flicks on

White light streams through the cracks in my door

I hear footsteps

I see a shadow

It stops at my door

Jiggles my door knob, only to find it locked

The shadow goes back down the hall

Footsteps echoing off the walls

A moment later they return

I hear my lock being picked

*POP*

I start to breathe harder

The hall light goes out

My door creaks open, then shut

I hear heavy breathing

I reach for my lamp

Slowly, slowly

I feel the smooth metal of it

I flick it on

And look towards the door

Nothing

I feel hot breath on my neck

I turn my head

And look into the face of my murder

And I smile at him