Just as my racing pulse began to settle, I heard it, a click shattering the silence.
This time, I was sure that wasn’t the wind. That wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. It was the door….. someone was trying to open the door, though I couldn’t see clearly in the dim light of the nightlamp, I was sure I heard the door open, and I froze.
I bolted upright, blood pounding in my ears as I watched, wide-eyed, as the door creaked open. Someone stepped inside. A silhouette— shadowy and slow-moving— slipped into the room like a phantom.
A choked breath caught in my throat. My vision blurred, my muscles locked, and panic clawed up my spine.
Was it him?
No. This had to be a continuation of the dream. I had to be hallucinating. Right?
But it felt so real. It felt like forever.
Before he could
