You wake up, sweating, seeing something flit across the corner of your eye. You try to focus, but the darkness around you prevails, and causes everything to go fuzzy. Chilly. You can feel it breathing even as it lingers across the room. Its presence looms above your stiff board of a body. Youre frozen. You close your eyes, hoping its your imagination. But by the time this waking dream—this living terror—subsides, all you can do is shake and cry away the guilt.