Her eyes are racing now, not looking at anything while looking at everything. Her breathing gets faster, she'd scream if she could but unable to move she lies there waiting for it to get her. It's going to get her and there's nothing she can do to stop it because its right there, in the room with her, and why would it be there if it hadn't come to get her. Her mind is reeling and her heart racing and she wants to scream and cry and get as far away from here as she can....
….when a loud crack from the wardrobe focuses her attention.
