As the grogginess starts to fade, I notice how dark my room is. My bedroom door must be closed. I never shut my bedroom door; I don't like, or feel safe in the darkness. My stomach is flopping with fear, as I get the sudden feeling that I'm not alone in the dark. Scanning my room with my eyes open only to slits, so I don't give away the fact I am awake. Across the room, deep in the shadows; there is a shape, it's watching me. It must have realized I'm awake because it has started to glide toward me... I never went in search of the dead; but it seems the dead has come in search of me.