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"Intrusion"

You find your mind locked behind the door of silence and trapped within the room of madness. Hardly a word can be whispered, as you can't figure out the right way to let them out. The longer you spend in the room of madness the harder it is for words to be found. Eventually, you find yourself succumbing to the madness until words are no longer necessary to you.

As the lights went out, I slid under the bed as fast as I could. I didn't know how much time I had until I was found, all I knew was staying out of sight would be the best course of action. 
I looked out from under the bed to see a set of feet before me, a light in hand that they were shining around the room. They were desperate to find me. I understood why, I would easily be doing the same if I were them.
As the light neared the bed, I remained completely still, careful not to make a single noise, even going as far as holding my breath. Silently, I prayed they would move to another spot in the house so I could make an attempt to escape. Thankfully, that moment was just around the corner.
I watched as the feet appeared to walk toward the door and exit the room, bringing their light with them. I waited a few seconds to make sure they were truly gone before slowly and silently, creeping my way out from under the bed.
I made my way to the door, which was closed slightly, and listened for footsteps. There was nothing but silence, the eerie kind of silence where the house could faintly be heard settling and creaking under its own weight.
I took one peak out the crack of the doorway, the coast was clear. Of course, with the house being as dark as it was it was always difficult to tell. I opened the door just a crack, careful not to make it creak. When it was open just enough, I slid out and stepped into the hallway.
I could feel my heart pulsing in my ears as I realized I was currently in very dangerous territory. The man could come back at any moment and I'd hardly know it unless he had his light with him, instantly giving away his location. I was lucky enough not to be in a situation like that as the moment.
If I remember the layout of this house correctly, the window I entered from should be just a few steps to the right of where I was standing. Carefully, I sidestepped over to my left until I felt a wall beside me. Had I miscalculated? Perhaps it was a few more steps in front of me. I slowly took a few steps forward, as to not make the floorboards squeak under my steps.
I felt along the wall until I came across the window. I turned toward it and undid the latches, careful to be as silent as possible. I began to slide the window up when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. My heart stopped, as did my breath.
"And where do you think you're going?" asked a female voice from behind me, raspy and seemingly breathless. The lights suddenly flashed back on and I saw a blonde woman staring down at me. She had to have been around seven feet tall. She looked like any normal person, but there was something about her eyes that felt as though a demon from another world was peering deep into your soul, digging out your darkest fears.
I tried to get away but her grip on my shoulder remained firm, leaving me unable to move.
"You really think I'm going to let an intruder out so easily?" she laughed. "I will let you go, but I bestow upon you a curse. You may not speak, not even in your own mind, unless it is something of absolute truth."
"But I-" the words I tried letting out were slipping my mind. I wanted to fight back this 'curse', but I can't bring myself to do so. What has she done to me?
Everything suddenly flashed white. When the blinding light faded, I found myself laying in bed next to my wife. I could hear her grunting as she tossed and turned in the bed.
I rubbed my eyes, was this some kind of bad dream? I stood from my bed and went over to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I looked at myself through the mirror, I saw a hand mark on my shoulder. It was the handprint from the woman in my dream.

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