Your body freezes, eyes bloodshot and wide with fear and anticipation. Your mouth opens slowly and you muster a faint whisper.
"Help.." You can barely hear yourself as the same words try to escape your throat like a bird in a cage. Your eyes glance towards the end of your bed and there stood a figure: a tall, dark and ominous creature.
It takes a cold and icy stare at you for what seems like hours, it's small, glowing white pupils burning with anger.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Seconds beat at your skull like drums in war, only this time were you losing this battle.
It grinned.
Your blood runs cold. Your thoughts are racing and you struggle to know what to do. You shut your eyes tightly, not daring to open them in case it lurches forward and attacks. Everything goes quiet; even the clock manages to stop it's toxic ticking. You still lay paralysed although you are certain it's gone. You twitch and shiver at the thought that it may be under the bed. Your eyes open, heavy with sleep.
It was gone.
You sigh, never have you been so relieved in your life. Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind pierces your neck, all the hairs on your body stand up on end. Did it just...breathe? Your eyes widen once more as you slowly turn around.
The window was open and the curtains swooped elegantly against the cold wind. You look out of the window, seeing nothing but darkness that engulfed the streets below. There was also a lamppost which barely illuminated the path across your street. Closing the window, you peer closer, you swore you could see something move. You squint to try and see what was going on; as you do so you have a sudden realisation- it was there. The thing you just saw standing above you was now blankly staring at you through the window. You quickly pull the curtains and bury yourself in the warm, soft, comfortable blankets covering your bed.
Your eyes were heavy, sleep was finally taking it's toll on you. Before drifting off into the heaven you call sleep, you feel a heavy wave of dead that washes over you and almost makes you sick. It places it's hand on you. It was back again.
