Last seven months, I was going back home from a vacation trip. However, night crawled in and I had to stop by from an unknown hotel. With no option, I had to choose a cheap hotel nearby. I became devastated that the hotel was poor and grimy. The rest of the hotels are fully booked, so I had to stay. 

 When I arrived to my room, a pungent smell covered my nose. The atmosphere was just upsetting. Ready to go to sleep, I found out something under my bed sheets. A rusty intimidating shear. 

 Great, my night has been amazing. Where's the maid? Does the maid even bother to clean any room correctly? 

 With two fingers, I picked up the shear and replace them on the table near my bed. I slept deciding that I'll groan and complain about the problem in the morning. 

 I shut my eyes and had a creepy dream. I felt the Earth weighing down on me and the strangest feeling that I wasn't alone. 

 Suddenly, I stood awaken somewhere at six. I reached my hand out and opened the lamp. My spine shivered in fright. The shear wasn't there. Instead, it's at my chest - digging through my skin. One centimeter more and I'll be a goner.