Creep

The stone walls are sticky and I can hear a dripping tap. I'm crumpled in the corner and everything is dark as coal. Iron invades my nostrils and I can taste salt on my tongue. My forehead is damp, maybe with sweat. Something is dried in my hair, making it crunch under my nervous fingers. My eyes dart around the room and I see a shape on the ceiling. I can't make it out. I've been ignoring it for hours. I swear I saw it twitch. My tongue feels too big in my mouth. I look up again. Two shining eyes are staring right back at me.