I heard a noise and went downstairs to investigate.

I heard a noise and went downstairs to investigate. It was one of those foggy autumn nights when the stairs were sporadically iluminated by the flashes of thunder storm raging outside. It was sunday early morning and lazy hands showed two minutes after four.

I came through the door to the kitchen. At once I had heard the noise again and my blood turned chill at that moment. Then I had stood awhile listening, before I crept cautiously to the living room. There was almost silence. I had heard just muted echos of thunder from outside, but I had a very strange feeling from the situation.

I told myself that I had been probably too tired due to twenty hours days seven days a week during last month. I calmed down, yawned, and turned to get back to bed and carry on my dreaming. In that moment I has spotted two green eyes staring at me from the middle of empty space in the door frame. In a fraction of second the powerfull instinct forced me get out and flee.

The last thing I remeber I was running for the door. Then I felt the impact to my chest and heard a strange scream. Then I woke here in a hospital bed decorated with piping and hosing like a x-mas tree.