It’s at the foot of the bed watching, it always watches. Her body freezes, should she stay still and hope it goes away? Should she run? It’ll catch her if it wants. It’s too fast because it’s not part of this world.
It’s been watching her entire life, it gets a littler closer each day.
Every time she gets goose bumps and her mouth taste like pennies. Chills run up her spine and sweat pools behind her neck. Why won’t it go away? What does it want? Is it a nightmare?
It’s not a nightmare, it never is.
It wants her soul.
It takes it.