Sleep....I am 10 and falling asleep in my bedroom upstairs.
The fire is lit and bathing it's warm flickering glow around the walls. My parents, having settled me in have returned downstairs to watch tv and read the papers.
I am relaxed and content. My radio next to my night light serenades soothing sounds thro my head and ushers me towards sleep. My blankets are cwtched snuggly around me keeping me warm and safe.
Nothing can harm me.
Small almost indistinct shadows move along the edges of my room. I have been aware of them for some time now, they have almost become like familiar companions to me in my dreamy head.
But these are filled with overtones of malice, I can feel the malevolence that permeates iceycold from their fleeting depths.
I have not told anyone of these nightime visitors that I have, afraid that no one will believe me, that I will be laughed at, become a joke.
The faceless dark in my room has been growing ever confident and tonight I know, I understand will be more d