>I blinked. There was an impression in my sight, of a man directly in front of me, his face even with mine, his eyes staring directly into mine, the rest of his body hovering somewhere above my head. > >Then it was gone when I opened my eyes again. My nerve broke. I ran. Something brushed my arm as I did, like a moth’s wing. Then another touch against my face. It felt like he was all around me in glimpses and flashes of impression, a dark shape, darting all around me like sparks. Was he trying to grab me? Was that what I felt?

Actually felt my skin try to crawl away off my shuddering spine there.