A question to myself—Am I dead? Why am I sweating so much? Was it a heart attack or death out of sheer terror? Gasping for breath... haa... haa... haa... Suddenly, my eyes darted toward the clock; it's 1:00 AM.
Should I go outside? He went out. A silence enveloped the house. A blurry shadow, a terrifying laugh, and a knife in hand. And a strange coldness... a sharp voice echoed in my ears: Where did you go that night? Where did you go that night? Where did you go that night?
Suddenly, I jolted up from the bed... Was everything I saw until now just a dream?