It was weird. I was sitting on the foamy comforter of the bed, panting with a chill in my spine, the shiny rivulets of sweat running down my bare back into the cool, white capri pants I'd slept in, and almost certain I had turned out the lights that were now blazing at full beam.

It was a scream I had heard was it not? Screams tended to carry across the hollow cave walls better than the outside.

It took me longer than I’d have liked for me to realize the soft progressive creaking noise was coming from the half-open double doors of my room.

I resisted the urge to...