Nightmares and Nomenclatures

The tall black shape drifted into the bedroom, gliding slowly towards the bottom of my bed. There were no features to its face or body, just a pure black shape clearly silhouetted against the greyscale of night.

My heart raced with fear as the strange figure moved ever closer. It was the body of a human but the head was clearly that of a deer with branches of sharp antlers. The chill of the night air washed over my face as I lay there, covers pulled up so that only from my wide, horrified eyes and upward was visible. And then the figure moaned in a deep sonorous voice.

Frightened beyond reason, and with nowhere to run, I pulled the covers over my head. I wanted to believe that this was not real. It couldn't be! I waited under the security of my blankets, waiting for a movement - a sound - something. Almost a minute went by and nothing happened. Eventually I drew up enough courage to come out and have a look. It felt as thought my blood was running to the escape hatches and fighting for space in my legs as I looked fearfully over the horizon of my covers. The apparition had disappeared; vanished as silently as it had arrived.