You wake up just before it. There's about five seconds of utter silence, seems like a lifetime. There's a noise, a grunt, a growl, a snore ... it doesn't matter. What matters is there's no one in the room but you, Nope, it doesn't matter.

What matters are the icy fingers clasping themselves around your heart, slowly squeezing every ounce of blood, sanity and life out of you ... breath by breath. Problem is you can't breathe slow, so you die inside yourself faster and faster.

And it's the same everytime.

But then there is the light.

"He makes us dine with him at his table,
Where the bones we eat are our own"
John Constantine