You walked from the bar. It was twilight, you were frightened. The sounds of multiple footsteps echoed behind you and you turned around to see nothing.

“It's alright Mihyun. You're just imagining things.” you mumble to yourself shaking your head. You continue down the path, the clichéd broken street lamp flickered in and out of focus and you run your fingers through your hair.

“Are you?”

You gasp and whirl around. A boy, no older than 18, looks at you and grins, his teeth shine in the moonlight. Pointed, sharp. Your natural reaction is to run; but you freeze, frightened.

“Who-who are you?” you stutter.

“Doesn't matter.” his clichéd reply comes out, “You’ll be dead soon.”

You run.

I scream and jerk up from my bed. Sweat pours down my face and I grimace, “Tenth one this week.” I mumble and wipe my head. I look at the clock. 3:45 the bright luminescent numbers seem to scream. I get up and change my sheets. I won't be getting any sleep tonight...again.