I've been having nightmares about the creature in my office for weeks now. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel its cold, clammy hands clutching at my throat. But tonight is different: when I drift off to sleep, I find myself back in the office building. The lights are dim and the air is filled with a strange energy.
I slowly walk through the hallways, feeling my way into the darkness. Suddenly, I hear a noise from behind me: soft footsteps, followed by a deep laugh that sends a chill down my spine. I freeze in place, too scared to turn around and face whatever it is that's following me.
The footsteps get closer and closer until I can almost feel the creature's breath on my neck. I'm about to turn around and run when a voice fills the room: "Welcome home, Ally."
The voice, I know it, and I remember why I'm here. I need to face my fears, if only for one night.
And so, I turn around to confront the creature in the shadows – and find myself staring into the eyes of death itself.
It's me. I have a gun in my hand. I bring it to my forehead and pull the trigger.
The darkness fades away, and all is still once more.