[ WP ] You closed the lights downstairs but as you walk up , you feel like something is about to grab you from the dark making you run upstairs in fear .

I feel the prickle of the winter wind dance upon the nape of my neck. The tendrils of the newfound darkness encompass my body, draining me of my warmth. 
 
 Time slows, but my heart beats ever fast. I move my body to the stairwell, the floorboards creak and bend under my weight as I slowly, ever slowly scale higher and higher. 
 
 The floorboards behind me creak once more, my left leg frozen in place, hovering in the air. 
 
 A footstep falls on the first step and a cold, wet feeling grips at my ankle. 
 
 I run, scared for my life. 
 
 I slam my door shut and jump under the blankets, my entire body shivering violently. 
 
 I feel the prickle of the winter wind dance upon the nape of my neck. 
 
 My window is shut.
