That night, Rafi woke up suddenly.
His clock read 2:17 a.m.
He didn't know what woke him.
Then he felt it.
His blanket was damp.
Not shocked. Just slightly Wet.
And cold.
A faint smell filled the room - muddy, matallic, like deep water that had never seen sunlight.
Then he heard it.
A wet, dragging sound.
From outside his window.
Slow.
Careful.
Like something pulling itself across the ground.