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Author’s POV

He tried to open his eyes and failed before realising they were open. The darkness around him was heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural, it was darker than any other nights, as if someone shut off the stars and moon.

But the silence was so loud that he could hear his own breathing. Roaming his eyes around he tried to figure certain shapes in that nothingness of pitch black. Except the rediating white satin curtain of the window he could see nothing.

Lifting himself up from the bed he looked around to find the source of the disturbance which broke into his peaceful slumber, just a minute ago.

Not finding anything strange he closed his eyes to get back to his sleep, but the moment he closed his eyes he felt someone’s hot breaths falling on his cheeks.

In a trice he opened his eyes wide and analysed the surroundings nonetheless he caught nothing in that darkness. Feeling extremely fretful he moved his hands around and felt something strange moving around him that