Insomnia

You can't sleep. Grabbing your phone you browse the web, glance at the clock, and squeeze your eyes shut.

Why can't you sleep?

Your eyelids crack open to see a dark figure wrapped in bloody rags hanging over you.

You try to scream but nothing comes from your gaping mouth. It's long, skinny, black arms reach down and a slimy hand falls over your lips.

You are Tracey Gullmuth, and you have Insomnia.