I was lying in bed, my eyes still open and I was staring at the ceiling when suddenly there was a subtle change in the light and shadow on the ceiling.
It was as though someone had stepped into the doorway. The light had diminished and the shadows had changed. From my bed I can’t see the door without sitting up.
For a moment I was paralysed with fear. I knew with utter certainty that in my doorway stood a small boy with a knife.
This made no sense, as I live alone, but I knew it to be true.