MrBallen

She couldn't really tell why she couldn't sleep, but you know, her stomach was kind of upset from the mince pie she had eaten earlier and it was kind of, you know, her stomach was rumbling around and so maybe that was why.

And also, you know, the air in the room was very stuffy, you know, there wasn't any circulation and so she's just laying in silence as her stomach is growling and it just, it was very uncomfortable.

And so eventually, Anna felt so frustrated that she was not able to sleep, that finally she just threw the covers off, hopped out of her bed, and walked over to the window, and she opened it up to let in some fresh air.

And even though, you know, her stomach still felt pretty upset, you know, having the fresh air hit her and sort of circulate through the room did, even if it was just by a small percentage, make her feel a little bit better.

And now that she was standing up near the window and sort of realizing how late it was, she suddenly did feel sort of tired.

And she was like, great, I'll leave the window open and I'll go back to sleep.

So she walked back to her bed, laid down, pulled the covers up over her, and sure enough, just a couple of minutes later, she had fallen asleep.

But several hours later, Anna suddenly woke up.

She's laying in her bed, her eyes shoot open, and for a second as she's laying there, she can't quite remember where she is.

She's confused, disoriented, and then she remembers, oh yeah, I'm in that bed and breakfast, I'm in Chicago, okay, I'm going home tomorrow, okay.

But as she's laying there sort of putting together what's happening, she just has this weird feeling that something just feels off in the room.

She can't quite place it, but there's something wrong here.

And so instinctively, Anna sits up in her bed and she kind of just surveys the small room that she's in.

And at first, everything seems totally in order.

There's nothing odd here at all.

It's just a late night inside of a bed and breakfast.

It's still, it's quiet.

There's nothing going on here.

But then as she scans the room one more time, her eyes stop on the open window because now there is a man sitting on the windowsill, looking into the room right at her, unflinching, just staring right at her.

And Anna, in an instant, is looking at the sky and a million thoughts go through her head.