You shoot up in a cold sweat, recalling the vivid nightmare you'd just had. Latex werewolf things, rubber feet, it was all so insane. At least, that's what you think as you turn to climb out of bed, until you hear the sound of latex squeaking against your sheets. The fact that the stuff you remember actually happened is almost too much to handle, but you're soon distracted by a cool breeze flowing from your window.
Your open window.
Already shaken from what's already happened, your heart races. You always close the windows when you leave, and you definitely didn't open it before you went to bed. You feel your heart beating so hard it could jump out of your chest as you come to the only logical conclusion: something else opened it, something that could very well still be in this room.
You know your only chance is to make your way to the door and get out of this room. At least then you'll have a solid chance of escaping. With this in mind, you lunge from your bed and make a mad rush for the door. You quickly get through the room, nearly reaching the door unscathed, only to feel something ram you from behind a launch you from your feet.
You immediately bring yourself to your knees, quickly turning to find yourself face-to-face with a snarling mass of shiny flesh and teeth.