Victor jolted awake, shooting upright in the bed. His eyes unfocused, hair matted to his face, and shivering from the cold sweat covering his body. His heart raced in his chest, aware, somehow, that he was not alone in the room.
At the foot of his bed, staring at him with sad-looking purple eyes, the creature loomed. The Dream Eater, his parents had told him about them when he was young. He stared back, unable to tell if he wouldn’t or couldn’t move.
He studied it’s features, memorizing the pale skin, crooked nose, and the scar where it’s mouth should be. It’s long arms hung limp at its side. He swore he could almost see through it. His parents had described the creature, telling him that if he saw it’s mouth, it would be too late. The dream-eater tilted its head to the side, like a dog does when it’s confused. One of its arms slowly rose, extending toward him.
Without thinking, Victor moved his arm forward to grab its hand just as the bedroom door opened.
Kristina, Victor’s fiance, walked through the door and screamed when she saw the creature.
Victor saw a faint line begin to form across its face. He lurched forward, clasping its hand tightly. Hoping that it would turn its attention back to him.
As soon as he touched it, he felt a sudden cold wash over him and the world went away. He found himself standing in a room filled with dream-eaters. All of them smiling wicked, sharp-toothed grins.