A continuous ringing sound made me jolt out of bed to see what was going on. Because I hadn't taken the quilt off me when I sprung out, I tripped on it, landed on my rear end, and rolled on the cold and hard floor before knocking on the table beside the bed.

 

 

 

I forced myself to sit, rubbing and scratching the areas that ached most. "What the hell was that?" I asked myself, my eyes roaming around, looking for the source of that noise.

 

 

 

I caught sight of the white bedside clock that was still ringing loudly and buzzing around as an effect of its own vibration. I cursed,...