She was woken up by the sound of someone breathing. At first, she thought it was just the wind sneaking through the windows of the old apartment; she could still hear the storm outside. But as she became more alert, she realised the sound was coming from the other side of her room, near the closet. Trying to keep her breathing slow and deliberate, she reached over to quietly grab her phone. She turned on the flashlight and quickly shined it in the direction of the sound. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of black, on the chair that was in the corner. She screamed. Her red hair had dried while she was asleep and was now a wavy mess around her shoulders. The sheets had fallen off her torso, exposing her breasts. She quickly looked around the room. All the windows were shut, the door was shut.