He heard the hushed whimpering again, the noise travelled up the stairs, making it muffled through his door.
He pulled the bed covers up a little more, just until his eyes were exposed, they were wide and fixated on his bedroom door, unblinking.
It wasn't the first time he had heard the sobbing, so much pain seemed to emanate from it, even the young boy could sense the misery.
It had become a nightly occurrence in the house, he knew it was his mother sobbing, but that was not what frightened him the most.
Then came the sound that filled him with dread, spreading through him like wildfire. Footsteps, heavy footsteps, drawing closer....
his eyes darted to the gap under his door, a shift in the light and the footsteps stopped.
The floorboards creaked under the pressure of the being that was listening in, the boy was holding his breath knowing it would leave him alone if there was silence.
He tried to hold his breath for as long as possible, but his little lungs couldn't cope with the strain for long and he expelled the air out with a low moan.
He instantly realised his mistake and pulled the covers over his whole body, hoping it would protect him from what was about to be inflicted upon his fragile body.
Seeping through the silence he heard the door knob turning, his diminutive heart was pounding in his chest, he could hear it throbbing in his ears, it was a strange sensation he thought.
A dull light shone and shifted through his duvet as the shadow entered the room, he felt a warmth spread across his groin.
He imagined the shadow gliding across the carpet to where he was hiding, he closed his eyes as tight as he could, wishing it would leave him alone,
it was then he felt the presence looming over his bed, waiting for him to move....