You are sleeping soundly in your four poster bed, dreaming of sugar plums and prancing ponies. A slight breeze makes you shudder in your sleep, and you instinctively draw the covers tighter around you. As you drift back to your slumber, a noise jolts you awake. Your eyes flick open, but you darenâ€™t move. Slowly, you push yourself upright, gathering your nightie up around you. The window is open a crack. Thatâ€™s not right. You closed it before you went to sleep. You always close the window.
Something moves in the corner of your eye. A shadow shifts, and you freeze.
â€śWho are you?â€ť you croak. â€śWhat do you want from me?â€ť
I step forward and you behold my terrible form; a translucent wraith, my face gaunt and hollow, my eyes sunken. I reach out for you, you back away frantically, until you bump into your wardrobe. Trapped. Continue reading