Demons in His Eyes

I remember.

I woke up to a loud bang, my heart started beating faster as I examined my room to see no one there. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly got out of bed, and turned on the light. Goose bumps rose up on my arms, as I noticed the window open, and the curtains blowing from the wind outside. I walked over to it, closing it quietly. I turned around, nobody there. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Looking around my room once again, I noticed the table on the other side of my room was knocked over, I froze as the light in the hall turned on. I heard footsteps coming up the hallway, and I looked around for a weapon to use against the intruder. I unplug my lamp and hold it in front of me, ready to throw it, as the door opens I see who it is and I scream, the lamp dropping to the floor and shattering.

I sit up in bed, covered in sweat. Knowing it was all a dream. I lay back down and sigh. I've had the same dream every night for 2 years. His voice still haunts me, and his eyes.