Your close your eyes in your bed, about to go to sleep. Its silent, other then crickets outside the window behind your bed, and the creaking of your bed as you shift yourself. You hear footsteps.

Closer.. Closer.. Closer.. They are gone.

A small shifting sound.

A thin, sharp-clawed hand is set lightly on your leg while you lay in bed.

A soft, raspy voice, in a whisper. "Open... Your eyes."

The voice continues, softly. "Look... At me." .... "Why won't you look at me?" It sounds hurt.

*And, the soft, raspy voice continues. The thin, sharp hand moved off of your leg. You can feel someone breathing over your ear. "...It's cold." .....

*"I know you're not asleep.." ... "You listen, with those tiny ears of yours." ...

*It continues, the shallow voice breathing quietly down your neck. "They look so fragile." .... "Like I could almost grab them.."

You feel something caress your ear.

"Put my fingers around them..." .... "..And tear them off."

..........

The hand is taken off with a slide. ... "It was a joke." ... The breathing down your neck does not stop. Cold air caresses your face. "I'm joking." ...

.......

"Don't be scared.."

...........

"... Hey..." ... ...........

*It's voice continues its soft, raspy, gentle tone, and doesn't change. "You won't.. Look at me.."

"Even though... You had you door open for visitors." Thats creepy. Cold breath caresses near your neck.

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