The song hits its climax then fades away. She switches the mp3 player off, pulls the ear buds from her ears, bundles the mess together and drops it on her night table.
Rolling onto her side in the cool, pitch black room, she pulls the covers up to her chin, flops her head on the pillow.
There’s a sudden scratch of sound in the darkness. A voice hissing her name.
In 200 words, what happens next?
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