Last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound and surprisingly loud as hell. My mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation as to why I was hearing the loud sounds of sobbing. I captured my thoughts and ignored the crying by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my sister about what I had heard. “That was me.” She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. “What a relief,” I thought. “I was crying because I saw...a thing watching you while you were asleep..I sat there in disbelief. “Bullshit,” you had a bad night, the conversation went sour, and you cried about it all night.” I thought to myself.