Silence pulls her back to the world of the living.

She sits up in bed, the sheets pool around her waist; one hand reaches out to turn on her lamp while the other rubs at her eyes as her vision adjusts- or tries to.

She stops however, as something curls around her wrist, she doesn't decide to read into it, halting her movement as she listens to the raspy breathing that soon fills her room.

"Don't turn on the lights," a scratchy inhuman voice whispers, dancing with something that nearly freezes her blood.

"Unless you want them to see you."