You woke up in a pool of your own, cold sweat. You were trembling, you were scared. Scared of what? A dream. At least, that's what you thought, or hoped, it was. His blood red eyes were piercing a hole through your skull as you looked through the little opening of your aqua colored curtains in the middle of the night. The moon was covered in a thick layer of black clouds. The dim moonlight accentuating something on the building across your window room. Something that almost seemed like...wings.