Night One The thunder crashed outside my window, startling me out of my covers. Tears ran down my face, falling into my lap. I slowly moved my legs to the side of my bed, then put my feet onto the cold hardwood floor. Memories flashed before me, memories I wished not to see. I shook my head, as if to dislodge these memories from my brain before standing up and walking to my bathroom, locking the door behind me. Leaning against the counter, I looked myself in the face. Dark circles appeared under my eyes, having little to no sleep the past two years. My dark brown hair was a mess from tossing and turning in my bed. I turned on the tap to drink some water, when something caught my eye. I looked passed my reflection to see a single black feather floating down to my bathroom floor. Confused, I turned around but it wasn't there. I quickly dismissed it as a manifestation of my tired mind and returned to getting a drink. Something new was in the mirror this time though... Something sinister. His skeletal figure stood an entire foot taller than me, his toothy grin the centrepiece. I went to give a shriek of terror, but found no voice. He leaned in beside me, his mouth close to my ear. "Judgement waits for you in your sleep. It comes to us all, beckons us... You should not attempt to resist. It does not end well for anyone." He then leaned back, his trench coat flowing smoothly across his figure. "I await you in your nightmares. Maybe even your dreams. Do not keep your judgement waiting." I realized I had not blinked throughout this encounter, my eyes burning from staring at his mouth. I could no longer keep it up and blinked. In that instant, he was gone. I began to hear birds chirping outside, indicating it was around 6am. If only I appreciated hearing that common sound when I had the chance.