It was still there. That presence. That dark and unnerving presence was in the room with her, and it only felt stronger now. She felt it all around her, as if it were a blanket slowly being wrapped around her body. Her he's jerked all around, trying desperately to see what wasn't really there. And then suddenly, the light in the room went out. Delilah whimpered and stepped back, her body coming in contact with the bed she had been in earlier. All she could hear, we're her shallow breathes and beating heart, which only seemed to quicken. 

Moments later, the light can back on. Only, it wasn't as bright as it had been. It seemed dull. The light it cast around the room was sickly. That's when she saw someone standing in front of the door. A soft whimper escaped her, and her eyes widened as she took in the dark cloaked figure. They looked dead, but was very much alive. Or was It? There was no color to its eyes, other than a milky white color, and they felt like they were staring right through her. 

It stood there, statue like, staring at her as if it wanted to murder her in the worst way. Delilah's mouth went dry. She couldn't swallow. She was terrified that any move she made, would send this thing after her. The presence that thing emitted was heavy, and terrifying. Delilah felt her eyes water with tears, but she blinked them back, trying to stay brave. Even though she didn't feel it at the moment. Not at all. She felt like she was a dead woman walking.