A cold breeze brushed Dan’s neck. One eye opened and then closed. “Mmmmm…” he grumbled. “It’s not time to get up.”
His wife’s slender fingers brushed his hair and then tickled his ears. Her frosty fingertips drew the warmth away from his flesh. “That’s not funny!” Dan rolled over and shoved her, but instead of responding, she just rolled off of the bed and lay still.
“Sharon! Goddammit.” Dan rolled over to the other side and peered over the edge of the queen sized mattress. He rubbed his eyes to clear the night goop from his vision and investigated the situation. Sharon’s right foot still hung on the bed, but the rest of her body hung awkwardly over the edge.
He hadn’t really bothered to listen closely at first, but now Dan realized the quiet whispering sound was deep and throaty. The voice was definitely not Sharon’s.
Dan reached over to Sharon’s foot and shook it. “Sharon! Get up, dammit!”
She didn’t move.
Dan’s heart beat quick inside his chest, awakening him from his drowsy disposition. He slipped his feet out from underneath the covers and sat up in bed, preparing to climb out and help his wife.
Sharon’s body shifted and her foot fell to the ground. A hand had appeared from beneath the bed frame. It was a spindly pale thing with black fingernails.
“Wake up…” The voice drifted along the hand’s surface, as if blown across it like a kiss.
Dan reached over to his nightstand. He kept a .45 loaded in the drawer for times like this.
“Where did daddy hide the gun? Hmmmmmm?” The voice taunted him. “Where did it go now?”
Another hand slithered out from the drawer and grabbed Dan’s wrist. The grip was solid and made of ice.
He tried to scream but was silenced immediately by the disembodied fingers, which wrapped around his lips and held them shut. Another hand appeared on the headboard above Dan’s wide, terrified eyes.
Flailing about, he tried to escape, but more hands appeared around him. They were small, but had a beastly strength and overpowered his attempts to fight back. Dragging him downwards, they tore Dan from the sheets and onto the floor.
Dan’s head struck the hardwood floor and bounced back, only to be cradled by a tiny thousand fingers, which had skittered out from underneath the bed to retrieve him. They felt like spiders crawling all over his body and appeared to be multiplying.
They dragged him underneath the bed, where Sharon now lay. As his vision began to blur, Dan watched as her mouth fell open and a bony arm reached out from her throat to grab him, along with a rasping voice that whispered, “Wake up…”