It was just like every other time, but I was aware of what was happening. I was dead asleep, and I slowly realized I was awake, aware, and completely paralyzed. That lasted for what seemed like an eternity, and then I heard him. Padding slowly into my room, and then noiselessly climbing onto my bed. It then moved onto my back, digging claws into my shoulders. I was reminded of a cat kneading things with its paws, but with much sharper and larger talons.
Then something new happened. Or I was aware of something that I had not been privy to previously. It began whispering in my ear. I don't recall any specific words, just a sense of dread for what it might say next, and a feeling of pure malice from the sounds it was making. Part of me hoped it would just end things quickly so I wouldn't have to be so afraid of it anymore.
And then it bit me. Right on the meat where my neck and shoulder connect. I couldn't even work my throat to scream. Or I was screaming like crazy and nothing was coming out. Once it pulled away, it let out a wet gurgle of satisfaction, and then it was over. I sat up once I could move again, and found no trace of its passing, other than my front door (which I had locked) swinging open.
The bite mark and the wounds on my shoulders hurt like hell. I cleaned them as best I could, and after my last hospital visit, I won't be going back there under my own power. Not if I can help it.