The House of the Arch

Door would scream, if she could, but currently she's running through the tunnels of London Below, chased by something she can't put a name to because she has no breath to name it with. Pity there's no protective talisman against this darkness, nor anything coming to carry her away from it. Even the trains are still and silent as she races through the Underground. Every door she passes is locked, and the touch of her hands does nothing; her fingers slide through the keyholes, useless and insubstantial, but the doors themselves stay solid, keeping her out. So she runs, and it gets colder and harder to breathe, and she runs some more.

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Funny thing... one of several.. about Door's family? They heal really fast. Especially after a good night's sleep.

That's pretty interesting for the shadows currently hiding out under her bed, because all they have to do is creep up, steal some warmth, then slide back down and wait for her to recover.

Of course they're hungry and not entirely patient. Plus? Shuddering under the bedclothes as you grow more and more translucent and less and less... there, is not exactly a good night's sleep.
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[Just establishy; to the roomie, she just looks like she's feeling ill and hiding under the covers trying to get some sleep.]