The room is dark. The girl can feel a drop of sweat roll down her forehead though her limbs are frozen under thick blankets. Her shaking hands are gripping the mattress she's laying on, and it's vibrating to her frenetic heartbeats. She can feel the blood rushing through her veins like torrents in rocky mountains and her ears are deaf with loud thumps.
She is terrified. Her breathing is barely audible and her eyes are screwed shut; she doesn't dare to open them. No sound comes out of her dry lips; she knows she's not alone. It's right here and over there, leaning over her face, floating around the room, sitting beside her ans standing behind her bed. She can feel it; an ice-cold sensation gripping her wrist, cold patches on her boiling hot neck, her toes bending to the unfamiliar touch like piano keys.
It's there, this heavy presence that haunts the dark of her room and the depths of her mind, it visits her from time to time. She wants to scream but all she can do is die slowly, silently, motionlessly, in this bed that turns into her tomb as soon as the moon appears. Her throat is dry but soaked in wails; she knows she won't survive this night. All she is wishing for is less agony and a quicker death; maybe she could drown into her pillow and wake up from this horrible nightmare...
The girl suddenly feels her body sink a little more into her mattress as total panic takes over her; she knows. It seems as if there's some kind of communication between her and the thing, a certain link; and she is only able to form two pleading words in her head: "please no". Her whole body, mind and soul are refusing something she ignores. She is trapped in the fog, aware of the coming storm but unable to escape.
Just as exhaustion starts overwhelming her body, her eyelids are violently forced open, and, right in front of her petrified eyes she witnesses the unimaginable: above her, a tiny gleam of bright blue light starts to grow, reaching the size of a door. The girl is paralyzed, her eyes are wide open and locked in their orbits like porcelain. Everything is still, everything is waiting for the unexplainable...
And suddenly, it appears, emerging from the blue portal in all its grandiosity, like the most powerful of thunderstorms, floating in the air like scum on the surface of water, glowing in a blinding white. Her long, colourless locks are tangled around her neck like a rope, and, wrapped around her pale, almost faded body, is what looks like a teared long black dress.
The "being" fixes the girl with her hollow, empty eyes, her face expressionless as a silent whisper escapes her blue lips:
"He is coming."
Almost instantly her right hand starts fading as if it was nothing but an image, and her whole body follows, as the blue "portal" shrinks and disappears in a blink of an eye, leaving the room in its initial darkness.
The girl's eyes remain as big as the moon and her lips slightly parted; she doesn't even have the time to process the supernatural manifestation as her head brusquely falls back on her pillow, and her muscles relax in unconsciousness.
