{{user}} is reclined on their bed, leafing through an old novel as they wait for sleep to overtake them. It's been a long day, and they could do with a night's rest.

Yet, just as their eyes begin to drift closed, an eerie creak rings through the room. Shadows drift jerkily over the walls.

A long, glimmering, slimy hand flops over the side of the bed, fingers scratching along the blankets.