She was after me. As I lay in my room last night, the realisation trickled icily down my spine.
Worse yet, Ursula times her visits meticulously, inflicting her torment at only the most inconvenient of times. Last night, she decided, it was time for a visit.
I was sure I could hear her malicious chortling echoing around the room; her game had just begun. I grabbed for my pillow and duvet. Her superior sniggering encased my bedroom as I cowardly slipped downstairs to the sofa. Ursula had won, again.