"Good morning."
It teeters over me, its smile wide with crooked teeth. Long silver tipped oak joints touch my shoulder and I shiver, pulling away roughly, slipping my arm under the warm covers. For a moment I feel safe, but then I hear the creaking of its joints as it slacks onto my bed, crescent moon mouth opening, ready to tie even more wretched knots in my stomach.
"Piper, wake up."
I tug the blanket over my face, as my body begins to tingle like the taps of spider legs. A soft edged shadowed silhouette takes shape into the thing's monstrous hands. I almost gasp, but my dirty black hair is already in his sheet covered grasp.
Its hand lets go, my hair collapsing onto my left cheek as his hand crawls down to my neck, this time under the covers. The wooden fingers stroke up and down my bare spine. I can hear my bones shiver each time its palm touches the bottom and races back up. Suddenly, its hand finds refuge somewhere in the middle.
Oh no.
I hear a loud audible crack. Its voice is empty and lifeless, "Get up." Creepily, the thing starts to wander away, its shadows following it like a loyal cat.
I lift myself up, cold tittering on my pink sunrise skin. With the icy wind blowing in my body, an acute piercing needle is sewing through my back. My feet are sparks of fire as they meet with the cool tile. The spiders take bites into my arms and their legs pinch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!
At last, pain sizzles away as I clumsily go to the bathroom brushing teeth in circles and spreading large amounts of cream on my elbows. I start to put on makeup, halfway done with eyeliner on my right eye when I scream.
I see it in the mirror.
