The Eighth Night in the Kitchen

Warning. Last night I had the same nightmare for the seventh time in a row.

I'm standing in my kitchen at three AM and there's a woman in the corner just staring at

me. Her eyes are completely black. She never moves, never blinks.

But each night she gets one step closer to me. Last night she was right beside the

fridge. My kitchen isn't that big. Tonight is night eight and I'm genuinely

terrified to fall asleep because I know exactly where she'll be standing next.