He moved with an urgency that surprised even him. With a swiftness born of fear and an unknown sense of purpose, he grabbed the flashlight and slipped out of bed.
His feet carried him silently across the creaking floorboards, his bare feet cold against the wooden surface. He reached the front door, his hand trembling slightly as he turned the knob and stepped out into the night.
The cool air washed over him, a stark contrast to the warmth of his room. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head.
As he walked, his legs moved with a purpose he didn't understand. He didn't have a destination in mind, yet his body seemed to know where it was going. He felt a pull, an unseen force guiding him through the deserted streets.
The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the world around him. Every rustle of leaves, every creak of a branch sent shivers down his spine.
