1 She lives in the dark

I'm sleeping, the darkness engolfs me. The air is still. That's usually the signal for me that some kind of prescense is near. As if I some how know, I sit up and look toward the pitch black dark closet.... There she is. Her very long and stringy, arms and legs long and bony. She looks like the girl from the movie The Ring. I'm frozen, I want to scream but I can't, so I resort to screaming in my head. She's crouching down and staring at me, skin gray. I can see her eyes now. They're red. What does she want from me? I keep starting at her and she seems to answer that question... Something happened to her in that closet.