The raised hairs on the back of her neck kept Katie from falling into slumber. She lingered on the edges of consciousness, certain that someone was watching her.
After a while, Katie finally felt the blissful lull of sleep lure her in. Then three knocks.
Her eyes widened instantly, her mouth open, gasping for air.
Those were not three normal knocks. They sounded like nailed fingers tapping on wood. And they were coming from under Katie’s bed.
Paralyzed with fear, hands clenched around her duvet at her chin, Katie waited. For what, she didn’t know.
Then something spoke. The voice sounded far away, dragged there by force to relay a message.
“I told them you’d come back,” it said. Katie’s fingers squeezed the covers tighter, her eyes refused to shut. There, at the foot of her bed, lips spread into a grin, eyes red and face crawling with cockroaches, was Bess.
“The house missed you, Kitty Kat.” She grinned again. The cockroaches scurried toward Katie, covering every inch of visible space, creeping under her blanket, clawing their way up her legs and down her neck.
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