You know its there,
You sense its presence.
You feel it's stare,
There's no need for pretence.

Your breath stops,
Your heart thumps.

Your ears tingle
At the scratch on your bed,
You grow feeble
As the blanket slips from your head.
Fear grips you,
You scream awake on your bed.

It was only a dream-but
Or was it?
You try to scream,
But the little fingers stop it.