The sensation was chilling, as though he were being sized up by some monstrous aquatic predator.
A tangible aura of death washed over him, making his skin crawl with an indescribable, eerie feeling.
Abruptly, Daniel's eyes snapped open.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, utterly confounded.
How could a mere nightmare shake him to such an extent?
Glancing at the window, he saw only the velvety expanse of a starless, moonless night—so utterly dark that it filled his room, rendering visibility nil.
Getting up, Daniel fumbled for his phone, intending to grab a glass of water. Just then, a sound broke the silence.
"Cough... cough cough."
It was a weak, feeble cough, laced with an undertone of mortal illness.
The sound jolted Daniel upright, his eyes narrowing sharply toward the direction of the door.
This was the exact same sound he had heard during the day!
His complexion changed dramatically.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!