Flashback

The house changes from the safe haven I know into a strange, eerily familiar time and place. Visions flicker to my left and then to my right. Footsteps creek. A presence is felt. My heart is hammering and my mind is racing. I talk to myself out loud to remember it's not real. I grab a blanket and crouch in a corner so that no one can sneak up. My skin crawls and panic builds from a slow simmer to a bubbling fury. I flinch at the phantom touch.