“Who-who are you?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m Tom,” the man said. “I’m here to see you.”
The man stepped out of the darkness. He was surprisingly well-kept with short dark hair and a well-trimmed beard. His eyes, though—his eyes bore into me with a fire straight from the depths of Hell.
I knew I should run, but I was frozen to the spot. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out of my throat. All I could do was stand with tears streaming down my cheeks.
“No, no, I won’t hurt you,” Tom said. He held his hands up, as if to placate me, and I flinched. “I would never hurt you.”
Tom stepped towards me. Whatever had frozen me in place finally broke, and I stepped backwards.
“Stay away from me,” I said as loudly as
