Night Horror

It came without warning four hours before morning, respecter of no man nor beast, though the house was secure it had got in before and headed straight up the stairs for a feast. In bed I'd just turned when I felt my leg burn as the fearsome thing tore at the skin, I twisted and jerked, none of these tactics worked as its teeth burrowed further within. Now prostrate on the floor, I scrambled for the door, gritted teeth in the silence, I begged, but no mercy was shown, and I think it's well known that there's nothing like cramp in your leg.