Terror Comes at NightI guess I must have been sleeping quite deeply, as I didnt notice the gentle hands that hoisted me into the air that night. It wasnt until we had been walking a while that I opened my eyes, and they were still blurred. I could feel the soft stepping rhythm of a person, amplified due to my small size.Shuffling a little, I watched as the house around me moved, each piece of furniture swiftly moving beside me and disappearing from my view. I could see the room I was in fade out of view, the hallway, the stairs. All until I reached my fathers room. A chest was in front of us, and we were heading directly towards it.I was still qui