“I lay in darkness, unsure of what had stirred me. Sleep still clung to my body, but I was conscious of my whereabouts. Moonlight spilled through the gap in the curtains painting a translucent strip that seeped across the floor. I was aware of my own breathing, the constant rise and fall of my chest.It felt as though… It was the feeling that I was not alone in my bedroom. That someone lingered by the side of my bed. I closed my eyes and listened. Silence filled the room, but the sensation remained. Somehow, it felt worse with my eyes shut.”
Extract from ‘The Silent Children’ – included in the showcase.
