Sweating, heart beating fast, and unable to stop moving my numb limbs, I lay helplessly in
the prison of my room, all hopes of sleep abandoned. 'Never again,' I told myself, 'Never again'. Well of
course, I said it then, that's what I always said when I felt like that. Pure fear struck my heart at the sound
of a bit of paper rustling from the fan. Or was it the fan? The paper seemed to be inching towards me,
like a white ghost. Turning away, I stared at the wall lining my bed. Why was the plaster so vivid? Was
that a face staring at me? Closing my eyes, I let the reality o…
