I wake up some time in the early morning, too early to be waking up. My stomach turns with discomfort. Something is wrong. I listen closely and hear faint breathing, slow and steady. Fear grips me.

I slowly move around my bed, pausing with every creak in case whoever is in the room is alerted. I reach over to the table next to my bed, take a deep breath, and then switch on the lantern. Light floods the room, blinding me momentarily.

When my eyes adjust, I look ...