Someone was screaming, and for a moment, I thought it was just a dream. The bed was comfortable, and I snuggled against the warm body of a fine man who slept next to me peacefully. My feet were tangled around the cotton sheets.
"No. Mister... No, my family...they are inside!"
I opened my eyes and realised it was Harry. I was still in his apartment. He was literally throwing himself all over the bed, moaning and screaming.
"Harry? Wake up, come on, it's just a dream" I said, shaking him gently.
"The blood, there is so much blood in here. Please, don't make me kill them!"
I started shaking him harder, wondering if this happened to him before. Then his hands were on my throat. He was trying to strangle me in his sleep.