I woke up to a bag beside the other bed rustling. I opened my eyes, and I looked over. The smell of blood filled the air, and I sat up, holding my stuffed bunny. I slid off the bed and crawled over to it. Muffled screams came from inside, and as I was about to open it, my mother opened the door.

...Sweetie...

...You're up early...

I looked at my mother, who was completely covered in blood. As she spoke, the muffled screams and the bag stopped making noise. I kept looking at my mom confused.

Sweetie, go back to bed and we can talk in the morning...

She grabbed my hand gently and set me down in bed. She turned off the lamp and kisses my forehead. The darkened room was only lit by the midnight sky, as I watched my mother punch the bag then drag it out. She dragged it to the hallway, then poked her head in the door. She blew a kiss to me before speaking.

Goodnight my little sleepy angel...

She closed the door with a click, and then I was left, back in the pitch-black room.