Late Night Message

A message made her phone buzz and brightened the phone screen. Jenna groaned, not wanting to leave the warm, comfortable cocoon of blankets only to be assaulted by the icy air of outside her bubble. But who sent messages at…whatever ungodly hour it was? It had to be urgent. After a few awkward attempts at grabbing her phone and missing, her palm slapped down on the screen. Then the slimy warmth of another hand on top of hers washed all color from her face. The clawed hand protruded from the wall and, and-