Ghosts

My sister is sleeping soundly.  Her breath is like a breeze across the grass.  I wonder how long she has slept as this.  I wonder if she can teach me to sleep.  Suddenly she wakes and bites my nose.  She eats my face.  Hot blood pours down my throat and I cannot breath.  I am drowning in my own blood.  I try to call out for help, but I cannot.  My sister laughs.  Just before she puts a spear in my eye, she leans in close and whispers, "Feel that?"