Light

She stood over me, a filmy being with distorted features. Her hands were curled into claws and her twisted mouth shouting out words I couldn't hear. I cowered in my bed sheets and closed my eyes, a useless thing to do really because the dark is just as scary as this faceless being.
She has always been with me; from as far back as I can recall; always there, always screaming inaudibly at me with her warped features. But you could always see her mouth moving with an impeccable speed. I just hoped daylight would come soon. Light was my persecutor's Achilles Heel, when light bursts through the curtains and stands in front of me, blocking her silent tirade from reaching my non hearing ears.
Just as I was thinking Light would never come; it exploded through the curtains, blasting my hunter into oblivion. I was safe. Until the night came once more