The door shut behind me and I turned to see who had followed me into the bedroom. He was standing there, stony faced, looking at me with such anger and hate in his eyes that I felt a shiver go down my spine. His eyes had turned black and glassy, and I’d never seen a more frightening look in someone’s eyes than I saw in his at that moment. There no longer seemed to be a human soul occupying this body; it had become a vessel for something sinister and evil. My heart was caught in my throat and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I sensed that it was nothing good. He stood in the doorway, large and strong and angry. I cowered towards the closet, small and weak and scared.