As the last thought dripped from Esters consciousness and the world began to cave in around her as sleep began its sequence a familiar feeling crept from her neck down to her chest. The feeling wasn’t physical in nature, but persists nonetheless. It was the feeling that someone was watching, no, staring at you. Ester opens her eyes only to be met with an equal sense of darkness as when her eyes were shut. She glances toward where the open closet would be, though she couldn’t see the opening in the pitch black if her bedroom. The feeling grew inside of her and suddenly she couldn’t move. Fear rose in her like a flame in a dead forest now burning in her chest. It was thought to be gone, taken care of at her last visit, but all attempts to surprise what she feared most seemed fleeting now.