The Unexpected Night Crawler

My dream was slowly being drawn into the same black hole, where all night visions are captured and forever vanish, as my conscious mind took back control. The sweetness I had just been tasting still lingered on my tongue so vividly; hard to believe that the sensation could be erased so easily.
I threw my comforter aside, about to trot off to the bathroom and… froze. What was that? A creak from an old house settling? I knew every damn sound my house uttered. This was different. I waited. Listening.
Again. The sound of movement through the first floor. It paused. Was someone standing at the bottom of the stairs? Impossible. I locked up everything before heading to bed.
I could clearly detect heavy footfalls. Whoever it was, was heading upstairs now.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone off the bedside charger and streaked to my ensuite, quietly closing and locking the door before dialing 9-1-1.
As the operator asked, “What’s your emergency?” I opened the window, preparing to climb out onto the roof.