I shot up to a sitting position in the bed. There was no mistaking it. I was hearing footsteps, footsteps on stairs. Stairs which apparently lay behind the door of my tiny bedroom closet. Stairs which I knew for a fact - did not exist. The steps grew closer and closer, heavy slaps against what sounded like cold stone flooring.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t move. I wasn’t even breathing. I sat, paralyzed by the impossibility of what I was witnessing. The steps grew closer until I could hear the short breaths which accompanied them. My heart began to hammer in my chest so hard that I was amazed it didn’t break through the fortress of my ribs.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
It was here. I could hear them breathing behind the door, exerted by the long climb. I felt a wash of sickening cold grow down my neck as a heavy dread began to weigh down on me.