He woke up suddenly, cold sweat covering his forehead.
Quickly he looked around him searching for that unknown
fear. He found nothing.
He paused, breathing heavily. The cool night breeze calmed
his nerves and the silence of the room cleared his mind.

Inspite of being a very realistic and somewhat squarish
person, dreams of untold horror haunted John McMire's
nights.
Moreover, deep down inside, John knew those dreams ment
something, however he could not bring himself to truly
believe in this fact for his over-realistic nature kept
getting in the way.
"You are only hallucinating you silly person." He would tell
himself to calm his nerves before he would get into bed.
That simple act of sleep had begun to utterly terrify him,
and no wonder - he was having some pretty bad nightmares.
"Now you shall lay down and keep on sleeping, you fool you!"
He'd say after waking up from one of the worse nightmares.

Despite the fact that he has been waking up every night
during the past several weeks and was familiar with the
feeling of darkness surrounding him, this night was somehow
different. There was a frightning silence hanging
unnaturally in the air.

"Now you shall lay down and keep on sleeping, you fool
you!"
After a few minutes of quiet listening to the dark
surroundings, John McMire decided he was acting in quite a
ridiculous fashion, and again for the fourth time that
night, slipped into bed.
In as much, that strange feeling still nagged at his senses,
making his night a restless one.

While John Mcmire lay in a troubled sleep, a dark shadow
hung over him, glaring at him with its bright yellow eyes,
waiting silently for the right moment...