My eyes blink open as the moonlight drapes over my face. I glance to my clock, it’s 3:13 a.m. It’s happening again.

In expectation, I look up and see it. A short scrawny figure looming in the corner of the room. It’s body is pale, and looks emaciated. Sunken black orbs stare back as it lifts its lanky arms up and points in my direction. A moment of silent passes.

Then the creatures jaw dislocates as it lets out its eerie voice.

“The bed”

It whispers once

“Under the bed”

It wheezes

“Don’t look”

The remainder of the dream feels like eternity as the creature and I stare at each other, both frozen in fear.