Vaelan lay in his bed trying to fall asleep, but he was thirsty and wide awake. He badly needed a drink but was too scared to venture into the kitchen by himself at night, as he was scared of the dark.
Worse yet, he was scared of ghosts too. Though he had never seen any, his imagination, drawing upon all the movies he had seen and stories he had read, had created vivid images of them. They taunted and traumatized him, caused him to have the chills, and just spooked him in general.
His friends only served to fuel his fright. One of them told him, “Vaelan, there is a community well near your house where many specters sleep. I have seen a few.”
Vaelan thought to himself, “Would ghosts have large, piercing teeth and pointed claws?