The lights dimmed and it was time for bed.
My mother went towards the door and whispered,
"sweet dreams" then shut it without another word.
It was a bewitching hour when a chilly, unwelcoming breeze
serpentined throughout my room. It felt like the night of Halloween,
but it was dead middle of summer.
I saw something shortly after I started to count the devilish
sheep that appeared to be diving underneath the moon
A limitless, black silhouette went from one corner to the next,
slowly making way towards me. I struggled to make out her
pale white face in the darkness when fingers began grabbing at my ankles
then pulled me underneath my bed without another sound.