Charles's scream echoed through the room, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart pounded against his ribs.
His eyes, wide with panic, darted toward the source of the touch, his breath hitching as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
"Why the hell are you screaming?" An unfamiliar voice drawled, laced with irritation.
The voice alone made the hairs on Charles's arms stand on end, a fresh wave of unease settling deep in his gut.
The bedroom was steeped in darkness, for Charles had neglected to switch on the lights upon entering the room, earlier.
The only source of light came from the moon's reflection, casting faint silver streaks through the open window.
Charles squirted his eyes and from his observation, he noticed that the person beside him had long hair.