I felt a strange feeling today as I was in bed. It felt as if something had come into my room while I was asleep and toppled over all of the books that I had left on the floor. As I scanned the room for evidence of what I felt, I saw that the books had been rearranged in a way that formed a shape. The shape was familiar but I couldn’t figure out where I had seen it before. It was a circular shape with wavy lines in its center. It seemed to look like something that I had seen in a documentary about ancient civilizations. This pattern resembled an ancient drawing that was made on the wall of a temple in Babylon.

I had originally left the books in an upright position stacked next to each other on the floor. Whatever or whoever had done this paid a lot of attention to detail and made sure that the pattern was accurate. I noticed that the books were stained with a glossy texture that made them shine and reflect the light from the table lamp. “What could have done this?”

My heart quickened as I heard the automated air conditioning unit start up again. Could the intruder still be in my apartment? I quickly turned my head to the bedroom door and noticed that the motion detector lights were still red which indicated that nothing had come into the room since I last activated it last night before going to bed.

I lived alone in a section of the city that was mostly occupied by middleclass citizens who had an average income and status. It had been years since anybody had even tried to break the law in this part of the city so I quickly abandoned the fact that this was done by a human. The reason being was that my dwelling unit was practically impregnable with the latest security systems installed; it even had active alarm lines that were linked to the local police network. There was no way that anything could have gotten into my bedroom without tripping at least two or three motion detectors. This meant that my fears had come true and the creatures that had haunted me from my childhood have found me.

I held my breath for a minute before making a dash to the mobile phone that I had left in my purse on the floor. The glossy substance covered my purse and many parts of the bedroom furniture. As I stopped to catch my breath, I suddenly smelt a sweet fragrance that reminded me of honey or something similar to it. The smell grew stronger as I knelt forward to reach inside my purse to grab the cell phone. I made sure not to touch the substance as I called the local emergency line.