The wind whistled through the half closed windows, rustling the curtains as a particularly strong breeze rushed along outside. Outside the w den porch creaked ominously, bearing the weight of long dead and dreadful evil. The d r banged shut. The wind. Surely the wind. Then. Creeping up my spine a chill shiver of dread. As the hall then the stairs in turn creaked in what, to my ears was little less than a shriek. I sat bolt upright eyes feverishly glancing around the r m. As the dread aura approached the shadows, they began to move, I could see g but black. Swirling deeper and deeper into terror I collapsed. A blurry window frame met my bleary eyes as I aw e to daylight. Horrified that I could do nought but shy from the golden rays I felt my neck most sensitively. Stopping to rub it my fingers met upon 2 slits of red encrusted wound.