An Introduction

As I lay awake, staring up at the ceiling, I hear a faint rustle in the closet. My ears perk up and I listen for it again, convincing myself that is was just something settling, gravity's doings, but I know better. I know that it's the clowns collecting together for another meeting. More rustling, my heart beat rising.
The door creaks open, "she asleep?", asks a raspy voice. I clamp my eyes closed as tight as I can.
"Yeah", a gruff voice replies. Slowly my eyelids creep open, previewing the scene. Nothing out of the ordinary, to an untrained eye. The necklaces that were on the door knob are now sprawled across the floor, and a slimy residue remains on the dented knob.
With sweat on my brow, chills streaming down my back and my breath heavying, I listen to the siniter meeting going on in my closet. They set up a poker game, betting limbs torn from their victims, and exchange dark tales of days passed.
This has been going on for years...