The wall is breaking

The wall is breaking, the wall is breaking.

The wall is breaking , the wall is breaking....

Rose gasped awake, her breathing labored. The room was dark and she couldn't see a thing.

The window shutters had been closed and only tiny rays of sunlight could be seen illuminating the floor of her room.

It was Saturday. She checked her time and her eyes widened slightly in surprise, it was nearly noon. She felt something in the air, something dark and omnious.

The hair on her hand prickled and she felt a measurable pain in her left ear and along with this came a splitting headache.

She held her head groaning at the pain and that was when she saw it. She gasped scampering up her bed.

"Hello Rose." The thing spoke in English but it was far from human. It was a mis-shapened silhouette standing in the corner of the room.