R.E.M

Sleep wasn't coming, she didn't want to give in either. It wasn't scary. In fact, it wasn't scary at all. But the eerie feeling of being watched, and the passive yielding to the cloaked ghost walking beside. Shaking hands with IT made her queasy. But it was an open theater, only with its seats chained. She knew none of this was real, but she can't just wake up.

Goodness too, in its cloaked form, walked past like a stranger on street leaving behind nothing save a discarded cigarette butt. Dropping hints in smoke. And it was her turn, to pick those crumbs and wear her secret cloak. Agreeing to the dark spirit, but undoing the damage. The movie in her head reeled on..and she did her best to remain the passive traveler.