I turned off the lights, closed the door, and pressed the lock button at the center of my door knob. Then I laid down on my bed, covered myself with my comforter, closed my eyes and started counting down. "50, 49, 48, 47 ..." With every count and every breath I took, I slowly loosened the tension in every part my body. From my head, my neck, my finger tips, then my feet....
"35,...34,...33, ...32 ..." My concentration was gradually lessened. I was not thinking about anything. Shades of darkness were straying randomly in my mind.
"19,...,17....." I was starting to lose consciousness.
"Creak!" the door was suddenly half-opened. My whole body shivered. I opened my eyes and look straight at the door. There stood a man peeping into my room. He was about 6 feet tall and his whole body was fully wrapped in black duct-tape. I could only see his mouth. "Muk. Mok. Mook...," He murmured in a low and peculiar voice. Then he banged the door heavily and ran away.
"Who are you! Who are you!" I shouted furiously. My heart was pounding. I jumped out of my bed and started chasing after him.
Once I stepped out the door, I saw a huge skin-colored mannequin at the end of a narrow corridor. The corridor was not very long so I could clearly see that the mannequin's head was slightly tilted towards the left and its cheeks were painted with red circles. It was not dressed but its arms were crossed.
As I slowly approached the mannequin, I found the man hiding behind it! He was kneeing down with his head tilted towards the left and arms crossed just like the mannequin. I covered my mouth and tried to lower my breathing. I was sweating and frightened.
The man was very still. He was not moving at all as if he didn't even notice my existence. So I decided to kick his thigh.
I kicked it once. He remained still.
I kicked it the second time. Still no response.
Fifth time. Still no movement.
Sixth time. "Who are you!" I screamed.
Seventh time. "Who are you! Who are you!"
Then I woke up.
Here is a Sound Track to accompany my nightmare: