My bed feels like a frigid tomb in which I lay as a bloodcurdling scream echoes from down the corridor.
Clutching my wool blanket tightly my knuckles whiten, barely visible from the glow of the candlelight, in the corner of the room.
I close my eyes expecting at any moment that it will come for me too. Slowly the flame of the candle descends as I hold my breath waiting.
Rising high a shadow came into my room and stole my breath. I too now hunt for you to join us in our misery. How quickly you forget and think you are safe, a useless task as we wait for darkness, and we will strike without warning--just as he had.