There was a broken wine bottle in between my dresser and desk. Sylvana was telling me not to put it where the janitor would find it. I was under water with my eyes open. My eyes were bleeding. I was screaming. I couldn’t move. Felt like my shoes were being pulled off of my feet. I was being dragged off my bed. I saw it, back turned to me. It was pale and its skin had a purple tint. Weird moles with long hair coming out of them. It was hunkered over, hiding.
But in reality, there was nothing.