THIRD PERSON POV

Fiona turned and swirled around her bed while she held her bed shit tightly. She seemed to be having a nightmare, 

Her face contorted with fear and distress. Sweat glistened on her forehead as she tossed and turned, trapped in the grips of her subconscious.

In her dream, dark shadows loomed over her, their eerie presence filling the room. She felt a suffocating pressure weighing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Fiona's hands clenched the sheets as if seeking solace and grounding amidst the chaos of her nightmare.

Whispers seemed to echo in the air, barely audible but menacing in their tone. 

The room...