Whispers flood my room, the walls begin to shake, the floorboards start to creak.
It’s as if somebody is treading tentatively across my bedroom.
Outlines of faces are stitched onto my curtains.
The mouths on the faces begin to move in sync with each other.
“You can run but you can’t hide” - the ominous voices continue to whisper in sync.
Shaking and crying, I make an attempt to escape the room, but the floorboards creaking closes in on my proximity: it’s as if someone is moving closer to me.
As I think I’ve escaped, something grabs my leg, throwing me to the floor.
Safety is nowhere to be found.
I sprint to the door, desperate for an escape - only to discover the door is locked...