She clutched at her blankets as she tried to keep her breathing steady. She was laying in terror as she carefully listened to the soft sounds moving closer and closer. In the tiny bit of moonlight shining in, she could see the ceiling boards move slightly.
She nearly jumped at the sound of a nail popping out and landing on the wooden floor. The faintest sound of the footsteps moving across the ceiling continued until they were right above her headboard, then they stopped.