my first year of college and I’m trying to fall asleep on my top bunk. My
roommate and I, Mike, share a room on the first floor. Mike and I get along
great. It’s about 2 AM and he’s been sleeping on his bottom bunk since I got
home at 9 PM. I’ve been laying here for hours and I can’t keep my eyes shut. I
turn on my side and look out my window. All I can see is a tree dimly lit by
the moon. I’m about to turn over and try to close my eyes, but I see a dark
figure peeking out from behind the trees.
I whisper. No answer.
figure steps out from behind the tree. I can see now that it’s a tall skinny
man, but I can’t see anything from his face. He starts walking, slowly, towards
I whisper a bit louder. No answer.
about to peer down and see if Mike is awake and seeing this, but the man starts
running towards us. He reaches the window and slams his face and hands on the
glass. I look, in horror, at the pale, skinny, bald man smiling and staring at
me with wide, motionless, eyes. I look at his hands and see he’s holding a
large cleaver. I look back at him and he hasn’t broken eye contact.
paralyzed with fear. I do not move, I do not speak. I don’t know how much time
has passed staring at this man, when Mike gets up, opens the window and turns