DALIA
Someone was trying to get into my room. I walked over to the door before the doorknob began to turn repeatedly and aggressively, making my heart slam against my chest, and I asked who was there, but my voice came out so small. They began to throw their weight against the door and I asked who was there again, louder this time, while feeling like my heart was in my throat before whoever it was stopped.
Silence.
Then a hand grabbed my shoulder and I whirled around to see a faceless woman behind me.
I woke with an awful, spluttering gasp and quickly glanced around.
Thankfully, I was still the only one in the room and the lights were on while the door was closed. I must have kicked off my duvet in my sleep because it now sat in a heap on the floor and I pulled it back onto the bed wh
