Tap, tap, tap. Was it the branches of the nearby tree, or fingernails against the window? The peaceful oblivion of dreamless sleep had long eluded Isha. Everyday, she would wake up shivering, the curtains of her bedroom shimmering in the pale moonlight, fluttering over the vague outlines of shadowy figures lurking in the depths of the night.

But one nightmare pulsed too brightly in the chamber of her worst fears. The image of almost black, thick blood coated around sagging, dark, glittering, eyes, trailing down to its spinechilling, Sinister Smile – the skeleton like, lifeless fingers that reached out to taunt her even after her eyelids were thrown wide open… the scary memory of that grotesque, eerie phantom refused to disappear from her thoughts.

What was going on? Why was she seeing these things? Isha, dizzy with fright, had no answers to those questions, but she never would’ve guessed how soon the truth would surface…

It was a beautiful day, but as darkness fell upon the world, Isha was drowning in waves of terror. Sleep was refusing to take her under its wing; she slid out of bed, biting her lip, when she felt something wet and slimy trace down her chin. Breathing hard, she touched the fluid apprehensively, dread filling up her veins. Blood, still warm and fresh, glistened on her trembling fingertip.

Suddenly, Isha felt something sharp clutch her shoulder. She let out a scream, twisting her head backwards, her expression mirroring her unspoken horror.

Flickering in the depths of the shadows was a pair of dark, glittering, eyes, and the faintest trace of a familiar, spinechilling, sinister smile.