Lucy uncurled herself in her sleep beneath her quilt and stretched.  From her dreamy state, the world seemed a thousand miles away, but something seemed to draw her back.  Her visions came in fleeting glimpses containing little sound.  A bumping, thumping noise caused her to jolt a little, but she couldn't tell whether it was only in her mind's ear or from the room around her.  When she opened her eyes, she was still unsure.<br/><br/>There was a creeping shadow near her dresser, it had come from the door and was facing the far wall where her headboard leaned, but did not look at her face.  Whatever it was just kept crouched and only moved slightly in a kind of loping sway.  With the sluggish speed of someone who'd been fast asleep, Lucy sat up in bed and reached for the first light source she could think of.  Her tiny booklight magnifier she'd gotten from her bank when she'd opened her account.  It was useful, but she doubted it would be the best help in this case.<br/><br/>"Who's there?" She demanded with her breath catching in her throat, shining the light in the direction of the foriegn object.  What looked back up at her was worse than anything her imagination could concieve.  It was a woman, a weathered woman who was probably once quite lovely.  But all of that was obscured by the fact that her lips and eyes had been sloppily sewn shut with thick black cording.  Her lips could barely move and she groped in the dark even with the aid of the light.<br/><br/>Lucy tried to scream, but her breath came in dry, heavy heaving.  She felt as though she couldn't draw breath and she become weak and dizzy.  The figure in the corner  did very little to assist her, but instead crawled with the speed of a cocroach to get away.  Though Lucy was too panicked to notice the rapidity of the movement.  The creature, woman, whatever it  was was gone in an instant.