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She could hear and feel a heavy body thud onto the bed above her. Breathing, a raspy breathing, so loud it was deafening. She could hear the creature, the demon, whatever the hell it was, sniffing around on the bed. Looking for her, seeking her. Phaedra lay there in the dark, under her bed, breathing quietly, trying to get her senses and trying to decide the best course of action. She heard the noise of the bedsprings and knew she must do something, anything, and quickly. She began crawling on all fours towards the walk-in closet, perhaps finding some shelter there. The thing had landed on the floor behind her. She could hear sniffing and the padding of feet, behind her it felt like it was following her. As she entered the closet she swung the door shut behind her, but something stopped it and blocked it from closing as it remained ajar. Now she could see eyes glowing in the dark, peeking through the half open door. Eyes glowing, yellow eyes, she froze in fear, her breath taken from her.