A dream.

I dreamed I entered a room in a house, and there was a demon in it, and the temperature was very, very cold. I kept making the sign of the cross, but nothing changed, and I panicked and began to wonder if the demon would torment me more, since I had the pride to think I could fend it off my self.

I woke up, and my apartment was very cold, since the temperature had gone down and they hadn't turned the heat on again.