Sunlight filters in, burning my eyes. My neck throbs and pulses, as I stumble to pick myself up off the floor. Remnants and pieces of last night flash through my mind, slowly at first, like a jigsaw puzzle, and then fast, until it all comes back to me. Everything. The way the moon lit my bedroom. The smell of the air through my window. The two red orbs staring back at me from a pale, porcelain face, baring its teeth. The pain that coursed through my veins like hot fire, engulfing every inch of my body in its clutches. The way my airway felt like it was being crushed, as I gasped for air. Most of all, though, what haunted me the most was the way he looked at me, and the way even shrouded in darkness, he struck me as so familiar. Then again, maybe I want to make him seem like someone I know, so that I can at least make myself believe that all of this is just a dream, or something I have made up in my head. With how everything felt so vivid and intense, I don’t think this is anything I could ever make up. The question is, though, WHO was that guy? Was he someone I know/ knew? Most importantly, what did he want from me? Why me? Is he trying to kill me? Is he trying to turn me into one of him? My head starts to throb as question upon question floods through my mind. Just when my mind starts to wander aimlessly, my phone breaks the silence with a shrill ring. When I glance at the caller ID, I expect to see Jackson, or possibly my mom, but to my surprise, Mark’s number pops up on the screen. I am a little confused, because he never calls, but it’s nothing too surprising, as Mark and I are the closest, compared to me and the other five. If someone were to ask me