First timer

Previously

…The unseen touch. It was no longer a possibility; it was a certainty. And it was no longer just a brush against my skin. It was a claim. A possessive, insidious claim. I closed my eyes, the darkness behind my eyelids as potent as the shadows gathering in the room. The house was breathing, I realized with a shudder. And it was breathing me in. I was no longer alone, and the company I kept was ancient, malevolent, and very, very real. The slow descent had begun, and I was no longer skeptical, only terrified.