The Pigeon

Sleep took me, and for a blissful, unfathomable few hours of absent consciousness that was all that could be conceived of the world.  But then I regained regrettable awareness as I reawoke and reeled around glaring at my surroundings.
It was a watery, semi-present stream of images in my bedroom.  I was where I should be but I was elsewhere.  Nonetheless I could identify everything, and something was horribly amiss.
From a terrible, darkened corner something stirred.  The scenery didn't overtly change but the most eerily delicate of manipulations happened among those walls, somehow.  I jolted up with alarm at what I'd not seen, and it appeared, as I frozenly beheld that horrible sight, that something was emerging from it.  Something shapeless, something evil.  Shadow bled out of the corner and infected the dull light of the room as it made its ungodly, silent approach.  It had no face but I knew it could see me.  And I could see it.  I didn't know what to
CRACK
A noise from the opposing corner.  I instinctively flipped over under my duvet; my television had been turned on.  The immense shock of it stole me from my gaze at the horrid thing and even allowed me to momentarily forget it.  There it was, bright and ugly, pulsating its glare and trebly noise at me.  Had Jade turned it on?  It is a habit of hers.  I checked to see if she was awake.
She wasn't there.
Where had she gone?
Had I turned it on?
No.
I felt a terrified grimace form.  Defying my paralysing fear, I swung for the remote control and switched the intrusive thing off.  A low, dull giggle sounded I think from the previous corner.  I looked around; the shadow was still in the room.  But it was a shadow that should have been there, and it ceased to unsettle me.  Nothing was approaching anymore, nothing was gazing malevolently at me from that darkness.  I was certain of
CRACK
That bloody awful TV again.  I would do well to hurl it into the street.  It was on again.  How?  My hand still gripped the remote and where was Jade?  Why was her side of the bed empty?  I'd set to working that out later.  Off went the TV again, at my command.  I huffed and slumped back onto my pillow and closed my eyes.
That dull giggle again.  A shiver abseiled down my spine.  I opened my eyes; a horrid, contorted face; inhuman and animalistic, stared deeply into mine.  It had dead, empty eyes and a murderous grin of a thousand black fangs.  It giggled again and leered into me.
Gasping in terror, I cowered into my pillow.  It laughed again and lunged further at me.  I shut my eyes tightly and turned away.  The TV cracked on again.  A grisly, morbid giggle filled the room.  The blackness I'd force-fed myself was not comforting.  A terrified voice beside me bellowed;
'JOE!  JOE!  OH MY GOD IT'S IN THE ROOM!  OH MY GOD! JOE!'
My eyes sprung open.  Daylight reigned.  The yell was Jade's.  She had returned!  My senses were clear.  A dream!  All of this came to me in a nanosecond.  Now, why was she screaming?
I turned my head to the window; a blur of cold, round eyes, the furious flap of black wings, the indescribable screech of bestial terror; something ever more dreaded than what I dreamt up before had entered my sanctuary and roared bloody terror at me from its winged, demonic form.
I sat up and screamed.  I screamed for so long, I didn't know what to do.  My macabre nightmare was simply a foreshadowing for this infinitely more unimaginable and terrifying ghoul.
My scream lingered on.
The pigeon cooed with fright and continued to flap its wings as a pathetic act of defence.  It scuttled back through the opened window and took flight into the morning sky.
'It's gone' Jade sighed, breathlessly.  'I think it's gone.'
'It's gone' I said.