In the darkness while sweating in the summer humidity you feel the sharp stroke of a claw trace a line down your back. At first there is the instinctive chill up the spine that puts everything on alert but then there is a burning pain as the sharpness transitions through numbness to fire. A quick breeze flows over the skin and then blood sprays into the darkness, only seen by your eyes as you peer discretely from the closet door. The after glow of the television illuminates the creature that has mounted and killed the now lifeless corpse and you try to hold your breath and not become the second victim. You try to remain calm, fearless, silent, and you try to breathe but slowly, calmly, in the night but it’s too much and you black out and fall like the dead to the floor and hearing the faint growl of the beast coming to discover you.