Dreams are strange things – some are practically hallucinations. Some nights ago I was having trouble sleeping because the house was juddering. I slept and then woke – or half-woke – in a lather because I thought someone who was jogging through the dark night had jogged straight in through the back door and then into my bedroom. As I peeled my eyes open I could see him standing shimmering by the bed. He was a pale sugar-mouse pink all over with no features or hair – he was just a pale pink form, and he was quivering in the air like a jaggy TV picture.
I tried to scream but couldn’t quite manage, and then woke up properly and there was nothing there.