Eleanor’s POV

I woke up with my scream reverberating through the room, my heart pounded against my chest like a wild drumbeat. The remnants of the nightmare clung to my mind, leaving me breathless and disoriented. My body trembled uncontrollably as a cold sweat coated my skin, making me shiver despite the warmth of my blankets.

My eyes darted around the dimly lit room, searching for any signs of danger. Shadows danced menacingly on the walls, casting eerie shapes that only fueled my imagination. Every creak and rustle in the room felt like a malicious presence lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce on me.

I clutched the sheets tightly,...