Strange, painful moaning sounds from somewhere within the bedroom.
I am laying alone on the bed in the darkened room, laying flat on my back, naked under the sheets. For some reason I cannot move my arms or legs. I cannot move at all.
The moaning turns into a high-pitched wailing sound. It seems to be coming from underneath the bed. For a moment I wonder if it’s one of the cats. Then I realize that a cat could not possibly make a noise like that.
Then I see it, the thing slowly raising up at the foot of the bed, just between my feet.
I am still frozen in place as the creature drags itself up onto the bed and begins to slither up one of my legs. It leaves a thin layer of cold, wet slime on the sheets as it works its way up to my exposed neck. I feel a row of sharp little teeth ripping and tearing into the side of my neck.
And then I wake up–
I am laying on my side and have kicked off the covers. The sun is shining through the window and I can hear my wife listening to music in the next room.
I reach up and touch the side of my neck just to make sure…
[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]
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