You do not see her, but she is there.
She's been there for hours, watching you from the living room, the light of her eyes only managing to poke tiny holes into the darkness. Her roots protrude into the walls and creep, forming an odd garland of tendrils that flow and ebb into the air. There is a wrongness in the atmosphere that splits reality into pieces like shards of a shattered mirror, and sometimes the reflections of things that aren't there become visible for brief moments as they catch in the light from your kitchen.
She stays away from the light, waiting for you to come out. Her teeth chatter strangely within her jaws, causing faint cracking noises which you do not hear. She snarls and the universe responds to the noise like a disturbed body of water, sending ripples out into deep space.
But your house remains still, and you do not notice.
You emerge from the kitchen with a sandwich, ready to make your way to your bedroom. Her snarl turns into a deafening screech as you enter t