Tossing and turning, Hannah was breathing heavily in her sleep. Her face was soaking wet in her own sweat. When she could no longer bear the struggle of gasping for air, she screamed at the top of her lungs and opened her eyes as she got up quickly.
"Hannah?" Mrs. Stevenson knocked outside her room. "Are you okay, honey?" she asked.
Hannah looked around the dark room that was subtly lit by the moonlight. The curtain was smoothly flowing with the wind in the open window across her bed. She was panting and shaking in fear.
"Mom?" she answered.
"Hannah, can I come in?" Mrs. Stevenson asked.
"Yeah . . . The door's not locked," Hannah answered.
Her mother entered in and sat beside her on the bed. She looked into her daughter's eyes before throwing her arms around her.
"What did you see
