Night fell, and silence reigned.
Inside, the ceiling light flickered on and off.
I lay in bed and fell into the nightmare once again, that damned nightmare.
Amid the shifting shadows in the darkness, I felt as though I had entered a bottomless black hole.
It seemed as if countless spirits were floating around me, letting out a chilling, howling wind.
It was the same every time. I lay in bed, unable to move or make a sound, as that body pressed down on me again.
Terror reached its peak, and my heart pounded violently. I couldn't see the person's face; I only knew he was a man.
Just as he was about to get what he wanted, I suddenly kicked off the covers, cried out, and woke up.
I was drenched in sweat from fright.
I threw off the covers and rushed to the window as if fleeing for my life.
A full moon hung high in the night sky. The ground looked so deathly pale beneath its light, and my life
