Someone calls my name. Distant, but piercing and strong. Yet right in my ear.
It's not a dream and suddenly the secure warmth of my bed is false.
There is a dark shape moving. Malicious; purposeful; predatory.
My doors are locked. How can something be with me in the room?
It doesn't make sense, but it's real.
Oh god, it's coming closer. I can't move. And now it's right on top of me. Pressing down...
Favorite track: Al-Jathoom.