It was raining heavily outside. The sound of raindrops hitting the window echoed through the dark room, a sinister melody that seemed to amplify the heavy silence of the night. Cícera was sleeping deeply but had disturbing dreams. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by an unmistakable sensation: someone was in bed with her.
But the living room door was locked, the table was propped up to serve as a barrier, and she had locked the bedroom door too.
Her heart raced. The feeling of a presence beside her lingered. She opened her eyes, alarmed, and found herself engulfed in panic. The room seemed darker than usual, shadows danced on the walls, distorted by the lightning that occasionally illuminated her bed. Breathing rapidly, Cícera looked to the side. At first, she saw nothing. But the feeling t
