So when I was little my room was arranged in a way that if I was in bed, my head was opposite the door. I would sleep with the door open so lying on my side I was looking out onto the landing. Our stairs were just outside my door and they were open to the living room below, I found the light and the vague murmuring of the tv to be comforting I guess.
Until I started having this recurring dream. I’d be lying in bed, looking out at the dimly-lit landing as per. I’d hear the tv get turned off and my parents start to climb the stairs, also as per. But when they got to the top and came into view they wouldn’t be my parents at all, they were…dun dun duuuuuun…big scary dragons! They’d see me looking and come into my room and stand menacingly over me, and then I’d wake up.