You are in a room. You are paralysed, unable to lift a finger and you feel a murderous chill bite your prone body. As you shiver, you hear whispers, hints of the something that lives in this room. The inhabitant wheezes. You have little choice but to remain still and wait.
Are your eyes closed? You try to open them, nothing is revealed. You try to close them and are subject to the blind panic you were in before. The creature growls, close to your ear now, you can feel its breath on your exposed, cool cheek. Your heart pounds and your skin becomes clammy with terrified sweat.
You feel the thing's drool lather your mouth and chin. It is the only warmth afforded to you. It growls again, deeper. Then again, each growl coming more menacing than the one before. The sound of your palpitations and your own rasps of panic deafen your ears. Where is the creature now?! Is it with you still? The growls come faster, your eyes refuse to open and your body will not move.
You feel a sharp jab of pain in your side. The creature has struck and you scream in terror.
You are momentarily grateful that you can move and you sit up. The room is dark, but you can see faint outlines in the gloom. A voice next to you murmurs, 'Please darling, I can't catch a single wink with you making that racket.' Your eyes hungrily roam your surroundings for any sign of that beast as your hand wipes traces of spittle and drool from your mouth and chin.
At last you're convinced the creature has gone and you settle yourself down to sleep. The wheezing and growling starts up again.
It's back.
Your eyes fly open in horror.
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