It was dark. The lights in my room flashed sporadically until they gave out. It was cold. The windows in my room shook until they gave way and shattered. It was her. I could hear her deep and depraved snicker from a mile away; I could see the malicious grin that was almost always displayed across her face and she wasn't anywhere close. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm; trying to not let the fear set in.
I felt the brisk touch of her skin against mine in a matter of seconds. Oh, how it was so cold; easily logical knowing the sliver of ice in her bitter, dead heart. Her claw-like nails traced up my arm sending an eerie chill down my spine. If she pressed harder against my skin, it would have bled. The farther her hand crept up, the harder she pressed. Her hand finally reached my neck. Her elongated fingers slowly curled around my neck; her grip tightening more and more. I could feel her nails digging into the side; precisely breaking the skin right over the jugular.
I could feel her formidable presence behind me. So corrupt; so merciless. The depression and hate lingered off her like a poison. The crisp air from her breath hit my skin as she bent down. Fear began to take over. Every cell in my body was stricken with it.
"God damn right you should be scared of me..."
