-You Stab Me In All The Right Places-

"Tyler!?" Kendra sat up later that night. There was cold silence to the room and Kendra shivered, noticing Tyler's room was coming into focus. A silent whisper of night air made Kendra shudder. "Tyler??" She whispered, watching a shadow cut across the darkened room. The window showed that outside was a moonless night.

A cold hand wrapped around Kendra before she could scream.

"Scream and your dead…" A raspy voice scratched, making Kendra's skin crawl as if a thousand ants were eating her skin. "Don't even think about it…" The voice warned. Kendra sat still and frozen as the shadow wrapped her in a cloak of gray fog and lifted her off into a world of night, blackness, and death.