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A vicious scraping of wood; loud, close. From where? He could not discern. He scanned the room with hazy vision, bleared by somnolence. His gaze met with the burning stare of two wide, glassy eyes maliciously perched over a moonlit mouth, a grin of glinting teeth frozen inhumanly high in darkness. He lay paralyzed, staring into the face of joyous death, overcome by adrenaline and gripped by psychosis; the features grew in the darkness as they shifted nearer, as though no limbs or body anchored them to the ground, simply levitating closer, and further into his chaotic mind. He shivered, and burned, and could not breathe, when finally his eye