My breaths are heavy, unnatural. Did I close the door? why is it so dark? I grab my radio " F45 is missing, im locked in his room, the lights were faulty." I scramble to the floor. Thelly come get me. I'll be fine. Something brushes my cheek so lightly it feels like hair. I feel hands on my shoulders, on my hands, in my hair. hot breath hits my face. " STOP" I can feel the hands stiffen. The breaths turn cold. Fingers slip through my hair. The clicks of claws hitting the tile send shivers up my spine. It circles me. The door slams open, for a brief second the beast is illuminated. It sits on the bed, head in its hands, long claws protrude from small feet and hands. long red hair drapes over its body. then it's gone. They pull me out of the room scolding me. Thier words drift over me. The strange thing is, the beast was about 5'6".....