It's at the Foot of the Bed

Timothy hasn't slept through the night in weeks.
At first, he thought it was just bad dreams. A trick of the dark. But then he saw it—lurking at the foot of his bed. Not a ghost. Not a man. Something else. Something that stands too still, and stares too long.
His parents call it sleep paralysis. His friends say he's paranoid.
But this thing… it's real. It doesn't just watch. It remembers.
And every night, it gets a little closer.