Lightly, my eyes slowly flutter open. My tired fingers, gently tapping around my bed, trying to find yet another pillow. I slowly rise, reaching over to the end of my bed to grab a small, green decorative cushion. This will have to do. I lay back down on my side, and carefully fold my pillow over my ears.

The sound of my roommate’s sleep-talking has always been more than annoying, but tonight it was even louder. Some nights, if I struggled to fall asleep, I’d listen to him muttering to himself, trying to figure out what on earth he was saying. I would do this, although, I knew that every night, it was all random chit chat that never linked up.

I’ve never been worried about it, until tonight. Tonight, was different. Tonight’s sleep-talking made me shiver.

“But the body… where will I hide the body??” He muttered. I froze. Who’s body? Had he killed someone? Was it a bad dream? Was he playing a trick on me?

My head was filled with many questions.

I looked over at his bed… he was gone.

I lay back down. Shocked. But I heard something. I sat back up… he was standing at the end of my bed, with a cruel smirk upon his face.

He was holding something behind his back.

A knife.