VERA
I burrowed deeper into the sheets, letting myself drift closer to deep sleep.
The hairs on my skin stood and my eyes snapped open. I barely had time to realize I was awake before the blood froze in my veins.
Standing beside my bed, blocking the faint dawn light, was a tall, hooded figure with a mask covering the lower half of his face. In one hand, he loosely held a bloody dagger.For several seconds, I couldn't move. I simply stared at the figure, willing it to be a nightmare. But then he shifted the dagger from one hand to the other, and all hope of it being a dream vanished.
"Scared now?" he whispered.
The voice was low, distorted, and it sounded deranged.
My heart pounded. In my head I leapt out of bed, sprinted into the corridor, and screamed for help. But in reality, I lay frozen, paralyzed by terror.
