You wake up in bed.

You shoot upwards from the bed in a cold sweat, panting deeply. Patting your chest, you feel for the symbol or any trace of...whatever that demon thing you saw. Finding no trace of anything, you sigh heavily, thanking God that it was just a strange nightmare.

Looking at the clock, you swear loudly and throw the sheets off. You're late for work. You trip over while putting your clothes on, and race out the door. Melissa catches you on the the way out past her house. "Hey! Where have you been? Katie and I haven't seen you for three days. We were worried about you."

"Can't talk Melissa. I'm late as it- three days?!" you reply, skidding to a halt. "I lost three days?"

Melissa shrugged. "I wouldn't know about losing days, but yeah, we haven't seen you around. Thought you took some time off but you usually ask us to keep an eye on your house when you do. I was thinking of calling the cops, but here you are." She said, wiping her brow dramatically. I noticed her looking me up and down, and you're fairly sure you saw her lick her lips. "And uh, did something happen in the wash? Your clothes look like they've shrunk."

Curious, you look down and see that your shirt is barely kept closed by the buttons, and the shirt sleeves and trouser legs have pulled in a couple of inches, and you've had to do the belt a couple of notches tighter.