The room was quiet, as was outside of the open door. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, not even outside. No crickets, birds, or whistling of the wind, nothing. Of course silence did not always mean serene. What happened next was proof of that. 

     It was just next to the left of the doorway, along the bare wall that it would appear. It seemed to be oozing from within the wall, yet there were no openings, cracks, or breaks for it to come. Yet there it was, in what appeared to be blood, a dark crimson liquid that poured messily down the length of the middle of the wall. And then there were letters, the pattern of the oozing red liquid had spelled something along the wall.

[center][color=ed1c24][b]HERE COMES THE MONSTER, UNDER YOUR BED, IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEAD.[/b][/color][/center]

     There was then a shattering of glass, the lightbulb in the lamp near the bed had burst apart. Delilah was now once more alone in the dark, though not total darkness. There was just enough light to still see the foreboding, bloody message on the wall. The red liquid still continued to ooze, pouring down onto the floor, puddling along the base of the wall.
The message remained clear and legible still.