Nothing. She could see nothing - the darkness enveloped her body and her mind, seeming to attempt to enter her through her mouth as she tried to breath. Not too loudly of course, she didn’t want to upset ‘it’.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she could make out traces of the whispy fog swirling around the edges of her window and the glow of the moonlight seemed to illuminate it giving it a transcendent glow. It was drizzling outside and it seemed to her that the raindrops were caught in a monotonous loop, repeating the same sounds every few seconds. Again and again and again. It started to hammer into her head and she grabbed her pillow and wrapped it around her ears.

She realised it was terribly cold - her nightdress clung to her legs and body and she could feel the cold air seeping through, touching her with its sinister hands. Grabbing her covers, she wrapped them tightly around her. Propping herself back against the wall she turned her eyes to her room.

It had four walls and four corners. This she was sure of and as she looked to her left, she could make out the door on the far wall - the dim light from outside was seeping in through the crack at the bottom but was instantly consumed by the darkness of her room. The walls were undecorated and bare with the plaster cracking off in a disgusting way and the stone floor seemed to thrive on stealing all the warmth from anyone who dared place their feet on it. But none of this was the problem.

It was the corners. Well one corner to be exact - she could see three corners of the room and of course she was in one of them lying on her bed. But as she looked into the far corner of her room, all she saw was a cloud of blackness swirling in the darkness. She could not see past it, but she knew ‘it’ was there.

It was always there. Pulling her knees close, she wrapped her blanket tightly around herself and the pillow around her head as she continued to stare on. She felt a chill up the back of her neck and a sudden weight on her eyeballs. The tears fell down her cheek leaving a salty trail in their wake. And then it came.

Two glowing balls of crimson stared back at her from the far corner. Mezmerising it was looking into them; there seemed to be countless shades of red which seemed to swirl round and round. Twisting into one another, the colours seem to mix and fade in and out. She was lost as she always was and she could not see it - its body, its mouth, its hands. It came for her, as it always did, its saliva dripping onto the stone floor much like those of the raindrops outside.

She opened her mouth to scream but it seems the darkness had stolen her voice. As it always did.

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