Silenced by the Night
Spoilers: Anything and everything up to season 6. This story takes place at the beginning of that season somewhere between Drive and Dreamland.
Disclaimer: The characters of Fox Mulder, Dana Scully and A.D Kersh don't belong to me; I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Chapter 1
Macey Egbert untied her dressing gown and let the garment fall to her feet as she swiped a hand across her damp forehead. It was a warm and sticky night in downtown New York, and it felt like the inside of her apartment was well over 100 degrees, although it probably wasn't. The ancient air conditioning system for her building was still fighting the good fight... even though it chugged and spluttered along, sounding much like a cement mixer full of ball bearings.
She picked up her dressing gown and threw it across a small wicker chair that was sitting in the corner of her bedroom, and then crossed over to the small window at the side of her bed. Reaching out for the handle, she pulled the window shut hearing the little click as it locked the window tight. Soon she was in bed but as the air was so humid, she was dressed only in her underwear with no sheets or duvet to cover her. The last thing she heard was the familiar whirring of air conditioning as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Somewhere in the apartment, a loud bang awoke Macey with a start. She snapped open her eyes, and found herself staring fixedly at the ceiling as she listened for another sound. Her breath came in short gasps as she fought to control the feeling of panic rising from her gut. "It was only a dream..." she told herself silently, but somehow she knew that it wasn't. She turned her head to the right and her eyes suddenly focussed on the dark corner at the far side of the room. It was pitch black in the bedroom, but it seemed like all the shadows came to rest at this point.
Someone was there, watching her. Every instinct in her body told her to flee, to get up and run from the room as fast as her legs could carry her, but she couldn't move a muscle no matter how hard she tried. The dark shadows began to move and take shape, as the silhouette of a man appeared from the gloom. He was carrying a hammer in his hand as he silently began to walk towards the bed.
Her mind was reeling, still trying in vain to get up, even though there was no restraints to hold her down. She couldn't see anything, not even his face. However, it was at this point when she realised to her horror that he didn't have a face at all. The shadow man lifted the hammer above his head and Macey Egbert closed her eyes for the last time.