4 (french) Werber, Bernard

sheets. Fortunately, I carry a pajamas, I thought, as if that
was important in such a time. I knew by heart instead of the
switch. Strongly lit. There was no one. Same Fuzzy, I
discerned a figure. But here, no doubt: the room was
empty. However, there was someone well and someone
hostile and more, I was sure.
It happened when something terrible. I received a shot in
the chest. An uppercut unchecked by anything, or then by
the invisible man!
I finally find my glasses. ‘m Seizing, I up quickly on my nose.
Still nothing. This time, Did I dream at the end of a
nightmare from which I could not remember more but that
would have awakened?
Shaking me, I turned off and went back to bed retaining
anyway my glasses. I lay down, pulled the sheets on my
shoulders and waited …
It was at that moment that the thing manifested itself really.
Presence penetrated me, intruding in my toes and came
over me body. Awful feeling! Any burglar would have been
preferable in this ectoplasm that attacked me. And spoke!
- Stop touching the forces that will exceed! I struggled but
how to defend against a soul in ambush?
Who are you? Who are you? I cried.