Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Minta woke gradually, not realizing what was causing her distress. As she came up out of the fog of her deep sleep, she became aware of someone–something? at the end of her bed. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move. She couldn’t see anything, but she knew something was there. Someone.
She tried and tried to scream for help, but her mouth wouldn’t open all the way. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.
She felt the blankets being lifted off her feet, then the thing, whatever it was, slid between the sheets, and began to slowly, oh so slowly slide upward. She felt it on her foot, then her leg. She couldn’t kick, couldn’t move. Her horror grew as the whatever-it-was continued to slide up her body. She was certain she was going to die. Her efforts to scream, to move, were useless.
Suddenly, the bedroom light flashed on. Her husband, who was returning from a business trip, walked to the bed and shook her gently. “I could hear you screaming all the way out in the garage. Are you having another nightmare?”
“Oh, please, please just hold me for a minute. I’m SO glad you’re home!”