The hairs prickled on the back of my neck. Exactly where the menace came from I couldn’t say, but I knew it was just a matter of seconds. I raced for the front door and got there just in time to see those creepy sagging grey eyes peering in, and then I slammed the door shut and twisted the lock. Having failed to catch the latch, the door flung open and I lurched back in terror, mouth wide open in a terrified scream. But not a sound came out. I tried again and again as I felt my foe advance, but not a squeak. Then I woke with a start in a cold sweat. It was just the same terrifying recurring dream.
Today I realized it’s source. My attempts at writing have been futile; I can’t find my voice. I can’t even seem to determine what I want to say! Or to whom! Instead of just continuing a voiceless scream, I’ve decided to just work slowly at getting a few little squeaks out!