As I sit on my bed, I noticed my heartbeat increasing, hairs lifting on my arms. I am aware of something happening around me. I feel the coldness reaching from the closet out to me, but there is no draft coming in, I’ve checked last time. It has to be the old man again, or maybe the little boy; the man lives in my closet. Why must he hurt me, I did nothing wrong! I’m cold, have clammy hands, and light-headed as it creeps up to my knees. I try to fight back; I want to run, but I’m glued to my chair, unable to move. I try to scream, but he takes my voice. The coldness reaches my chest and squeezes so hard. My lungs are burning, why won’t he stop. I must try something, anything, but I know I can’t. I’ve been here before. He has complete control except for my mind. You can’t have it, I beg and cry, but it falls on deaf ears as everything goes black.