Jake lay in bed, his eyes set on the ceiling above him. He couldn't sleep, he just couldn't.
No matter how much he tried or how hard he shut his eyes, they would pop back open and he would be back where he started.
He tossed and turned, and he tried different sleeping positions, but nothing worked. He was getting annoyed. He felt tired, but he just couldn't fall the hell asleep.
He glanced around his dak room, making out the silhouettes of toys and furniture in his room. Then, his eyes set on a figure that he did not recognize.
It wasn't there when he went to bed around 3 hours ago, and he could have sworn it was not there 1 minute ago. His eyes were locked on it, and he found himself unable to move.
The figure stepped closer to him. And closer. And closer. It got so close that Jake could see its features.
It had tiny purple eyes, pressed deep into sunken sockets, no nose, just two slits right below the bridge, and, its most prominent feature: a wide,
slit mouth that was formed into a twisted grin. Jake could see its yellow, rotten teeth, and smell its foul breath, that stunk of death. Jake tried to scream, but he could not.
The man moved his face closer and closer to Jake until it opened its mouth and started to swallow Jake whole.
Jake jolted up in bed, letting out a scream. Quickly, he darted his eyes around to observe his surroundings. Nothing. There was no creepy man, and he was not being eaten alive.
Letting out a small sigh, he set his head back down on his pillow and was about to close his eyes and fall back asleep.
Until he saw a figure crawling on the ceiling, looking straight at him, grinning.