[HungLikeJesus]

I'm sitting in my house, in the office; I've been in here most of the day and night, working on reports and occasionally dropping in to the Cellar, and I've gradually become aware of a noise, a pattern of noises, in the house.

It's almost midnight. All the lights in the rest of the house are off. The big windows look out on absolute blackness, reflecting me back at me. I wish I had curtains. Anything outside can see me, but I can't see out.

I'm a long way from the nearest neighbor.

I'm definitely not alone.

I've got my back to the door, and I don't want to turn around.

What ever it is, it is getting closer.

The noise is a scratch. A hiss. A drip. Muted breathing. Unintelligible sounds. Dark, primitive sounds. A cry, a cough; like a baby choking. A sound like a knife; a sound like a bat; a noise like a hound, digging up a corpse, claws scratching on a coffin lid.

Like a baby, scratching.

A wooden box, a hollow cough. A feather on my neck. Across my eye, a paper cut. Does that give you some idea? Imagine a big wet worm in your ear. Or a roach, crawling in and you can't move your arms. That's what I'm hearing. That's what I'm feeling.

I will send this before I