Third Person POV:
A soft scrape was the only thing she heard before hands blindly grabbed her while she slept. Doors opened on their own time as invisible forces dragged her out her own house, taking her so fast she wasn't even cognitive enough to cry for help. When the dirt and grass finally started to dig into her back, staining her pajamas and bruising her skin, she finally began to struggle.
The hands only grab harder as she's dragged past her house, the light post finally illuminating her attackers. They were actual people, not just spirits, wearing dark robes.
She opens her mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. One of their hands was holding some sort of burning plant that she inhaled the smoke of, making her vocal chords squeeze and rendered them useless. Fear began to grip h
