The night was hot and balmy as I lay in bed, my naked body sweating under the humid night air. I had long since thrown off my covers, moist from sweat, and now laying in a crumpled mass on the floor. I will my body to relax; trying to ignore the moist heat of the air as I slow my breathing, filling my mind with the steady, melodic sound of the old house settling.

Slowly I feel my mind numbing, the sound of the house pushed to the back of my mind while the sensation of sleep creeps just on the edge of my conciousness. My hand travels lazily down my belly, running across my body before settling with a soft sigh on my hip. About this time the soft whir of a car engine slides it's way outside my window, it's headlamps seeming to illuminate, in my semi-concious state, the glint of an eye in my ceiling! My eyes shoot wide open, looking straight up where I thought I saw that glint, and just for the briefest second it was there!

I rocket from my bed, making a massive racket as I throw open the attic door, my bare feet pounding up the attic steps as I burst forth into it. I look around, the sound of my blood rushing in my ears as I behold... nothing, just an empty attic. Several seconds pass as a light wind rustles the curtains of an open window, and looking down I see a half-eaten can of beans and several used wads of tissue paper. I walk over to the window, my hand hesitating for a moment; a part of my mind beyond sanity not wanting to close it, but I do anyway. I lock down the bolt and go back down stairs, for another attempt to will myself into slumber, my naked body blanketed in the balmy heat of the night, and my nerves a bit less held together by my skin.