The first time I woke up with a werewolf in my room I was five years old. I climbed out of bed and i was awfully polite and nice to Werewolf Jimmy until he began to holler at me for using manners in his presence. I became scared so I ran to my grandmother, out of my room, down the staircase knocking down every picture frame on the way down until I forgot how to run. I could hear Jimmy tailing me down the stairs with his hook-like claws scraping the hardwood staircase one step at a time. I turned around to defend my young self since my sense of fleet had diminished and Jimmy the werewolf had vanished. I crawled to the living in dying fear for my grandmother who had posted on the couch for the night, until the blankets away from the bodily figure only to find Jimmy the Werewolf as he lunged at me. I woke up immediately in a panicky sweat only to realize I had just experienced my first nightmare :)