It’s one of those nights where you just can’t seem to enter that final stage when deep sleep embraces you.
You turn over and over, drifting in and out of consciousness, having strange, nightmarish thoughts during your microsleeps.
The day was oppressively hot and humid, so you left the window cracked to get a breeze and now the curtains seem to expand and contract, like lungs filling with the air.
It’s kind of relaxing to watch... until you see something. Were those eyes peeping through the curtains?
Your heart begins to race. Is this the creep you’d heard rumors about, the deranged serial killer known as Jeff the
Killer that is still on the loose? No, you must have been dreaming.
You rub your eyes and take another look. Squinting through the dark you see a ghoulish, monstrous face looking straight at you as
he slowly pulls himself through your opened window. In the morning your bed will be empty…In the weeks to come you’ll be just another
statistic, another missing kid, one of thousands of young folks that go missing in the USA each year.
In time your family will give up hope of ever seeing you again. You have become one of the 115 children that year whose disappearance has been officially
