The Hellbound Heart. Clive Barker

tonight, she was flying.

      She found her way to the bathroom, and relieved her aching bladder, then splashed some water on to her face. That done, she began her return journey.

      She had taken three steps along the landing when she realized that somebody had put out the landing light while she was in the bathroom, and that same somebody was now standing a few yards away from her. She stopped.

      ‘Hello…?’ she said. Had the cat-breeder followed her upstairs, in the hope of proving he wasn’t spayed?

      ‘Is that you?’ she asked, only dimly aware that this was a singularly fruitless line of enquiry.