Once upon a restless night, I found myself sharing a dorm room with my unpredictable roommate, Mark. While most nights were filled with his usual assortment of incoherent mumbles and occasional snores, this night was different.

As I lay in my own bed, trying to ignore the symphony of sounds emanating from Mark's side of the room, I suddenly heard him speak clearly, though still in a hushed, dreamy tone. "Warning... beware the shadows," he muttered.

Startled, I turned to look at him. His face was contorted in an expression of fear, yet his eyes remained closed. It was as if he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't escape. My curiosity got the better of me, and I strained to listen to his sleep-talk, hoping to understand more.

Mark continued, "They come... from the darkness. Don't trust... the whispers."

His words sent shivers down my spine. I had always known Mark to be a heavy sleeper, but I had never heard him speak so coherently in his sleep before, let alone utter something so eerie. The room, dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, seemed to take on a more sinister atmosphere.

I contemplated waking him up to see if he was okay, but the fear in his voice made me hesitate. Instead, I decided to stay awake and keep an eye on him. As the night wore on, Mark's sleep-talking grew less frequent, and he eventually settled into a more peaceful slumber.

The next morning, I couldn't help but ask him about his unusual nocturnal ramblings. He looked at me, confused, with no recollection of his sleep-talk. It was as if the words had never left his lips.

Though I tried to brush it off as a bizarre dream of his own, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to those cryptic words. And so, with a lingering sense of unease, we went about our day, but the warning from Mark's sleep remained etched in my mind, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.th