Chapter Forty-one

The room was dark, but she could make out a figure in the corner of the room walking toward her. It was the hooded man and she thought she could see him smiling menacingly down at her as he walked closer and closer. Her first instinct was of course to move, run away, defend herself, understand what the heck was going on, but her limbs and every other part of her remained unmoving and useless by her side. She tried to scream but couldn't, only watching in horror as he came slowly but steadily.

Her heart was pounding but even her fear of being under the mercy of the hooded man didn't give her enough adrenaline to immediately spring into action. She thought she saw him holding something in his hand, a weapon, a knife perhaps. She kept trying to scream, the worst scenarios filling her mind. Just when she thought it would be the end, she felt hands over her body, but these ones were not wielding weapons, they were calm and tender.

"Hey, hey, relax. You're just having sleep paralysis. Wha