Cameron's POV: It wasn't very long after that killer with the red eyes left the room before I heard a soft knock and someone opening the door. By this time I was more than terrified and was sitting up on the bed, as far away from where they would be coming from as I could. I was ready to run and jump from that balcony if I had to even if it did kill me if it meant I got away from one of them. My heart was beating like crazy and I was starting to shake. "Hello miss. I'm here to look at your arm." She said as she walked into the bedroom area. My heart relaxed when I saw that it was just a servant. Maybe what I saw wasn't real and I am just starting to lose my mind. Maybe I need to see some psychiatrist or something and be put into a nuthouse. She walked over to the bed with a bag