Silver, predatory eyes burned in the dark, locked with hers. She froze as prey without escape. All was dark, motionless, and silent, as though the world ceased to exist outside of the glint of sinister intelligence before her. He stepped forward and paused, breaking eye contact to look over her body with unnerving possession. In turn, she examined him. His form was darker than night, only visible as a silhouette in front of her moonlit bedroom. Nothing about him was perceptible but the intensity of his eyes.
No one had access to her room but perhaps maintenance and the property owner. There was a bestial grace about his movements, though, an almost supernatural glide in his approach. He made no sound as though he were a phantom. He couldn't be human. He was evil. An oppressive hatred filled the room around him. His form was human, but he was something else entirely.
She howled desperately, with increasing force, but was utterly silenced. She was under a spell, but it felt tenuous, as though with enough strength, her voice could breach the wall over her and save her. Her heart stopped her limbs from joining the fight. The smallest impulse in the smallest muscle strained her heart. If she were able to successfully burst through that wall to move even her pinky finger one millimeter, it felt as though her heart would burst, too.
Can't people still move their eyes under paralysis?
She was involuntarily transfixed on the imposing presence that seemed to steal the very air from her lungs. Her chest was locked by the same enchantment, iron hands grasping her lungs tighter and tighter until blind panic eclipsed the scene playing out before her.
The final shock was the sickening numbness that cusped the outer blades of her feet before black swallowed her up.