The Something

It was the whispers that awoke him in the middle of the night, harsh laboured sounds, drawn and pained.

He tried to ignore them, tried to force himself back to sleep, but the relentless parade gave him no reprieve.

He got out of bed, shaking with every movement, fear coiling through his mind, and walked to one of his wardrobes.

A hand grabbed him from behind.

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