The tendrils of smoke crept under the door as I laid in the bed, trying to appear asleep while keeping my hand on the button to spring the trap.
Soon, the smoke collected in a purple clump over the bed. I opened my eyes just a slit and saw the smoke form itself into a bald head with a snakelike tongue dangling out of a lipless mouth.
As my slitted eyes looked into the glowing gold eyes of the being, it spoke in a booming voice: “You come to capture me, but you will fail. No mortal hands may touch me without coming under my control.”
I knew I had been made, so I decided to respond. “You are correct about my being here to catch you, but my hands will not be the means of your capture.”
The head suddenly disappears and I hit the button and sprung the trap. The smoke that was once the head curved towards the mouth of a tube sitting on the bedside table.
When the last of the smoke entered the tube, I put a cap on it and almost shouted for joy. I had caught the Silent Possessor! Tranquil, here I come.