CJ's Bedroom

CJ sat and read her new book, glancing occasionaly left and right to look for that vampiric ameoba-freak, that familiar nagging feeling knawing at her stomach. An anime sweat-drop formed on the back of her head, her left eye twitching in anticipation as her hands gripped the pages of the novel with white knuckles. She could just imagine that evil laugh, that red-clad form slide throught the wall like it was air. Suddenly, her worst fears came true as the King of the Vampires entered her room through the door-less stone wall with the trademark maniacal laugh.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE F*CK, GET THE F*CK OUT, AMEOBA-FREAK!"

In a sudden panic, she threw the book, and it hit an empty space on the damp stone. Nothing. Just... Nothing.

Everything was quiet, save for CJ's hard breathing as she clutched her silver bullet, a feeling of safety washing over her as she confirmed that there was no blood-sucking, suit-wearing, trigger happy ameoba-freak in her room. Shaking, she made her way to her bed, looking around before sitting down and taking a deep breath. I really need to read about stress-induced hallucinations... And, with that, she fell back onto the covers.