Upstairs, in the moonlit and empty room, a little boy is sent by his mother to bed with an old lamp in his hand and a pat on his shoulder. Scared of the dancing shadows in the empty room's corners, the boy tries to find refuge under the covers, nevertheless, as the eerie view of the crescent moon outside his window creeps inside, his mind begins to play awful tricks on him. Could the horrible Sandman have entered the boy's room, and if he has, what does the elusive intruder want?