I've got a feeling - an attempt at a story

It was pitch dark and quiet. He wondered why he had woken up with such a start. He rubbed his eyes, stretched and yawned. And then it came again. The touch which had awakened him. Cold and clammy, followed by an instantaneous withdrawal. He gave a small yelp and moved away. Who was in his room at this time of night? "Hello?................Is anybody here??" He listened intently, but there was nothing. Not even a sound of movement. Another touch. This time on the left buttock. He shivered. The strangest thing was, he couldn't see a thing. Not even the fudgy outlines of the furniture. Another touch; behind his ear. He tried to catch hold of whatever was touching him, but his fingers closed upon air.
Now he began to get nervous. He had to find the light switch. The frequency of the touches, those clammy yet invisible fingers, was growing. He got out of bed and began to feel his way to the wall. It felt as cold as concrete. But where was the switch? And how come he hadn't bumped into any furniture yet? What was going on? The thing or things were still touching him and withdrawing. Over and over. And he still couldn't see a thing. His heart palpitated and he found himself beginning to go breathless with fear. He tried to find the door. But the walls seemed unending. Had he turned blind? He moved back towards his bed. Where was it? His hands seemed to be moving in empty air. There seemed to be no furniture in his room! He couldn't find his bed, couldn't find anything! The floor was cold concrete beneath his feet. He hugged himself. Trapped? In an empty concrete cell? How could this be happening?? He tried to yell, shout for help, but his throat had dried up completely. He was getting short of breath.
The invisible fingers, things, whatever-they-were, were touching him, over and over, never ceasing. He could do nothing. Nothing helped. Exhausted, he stood still in the centre of his room, too tired to shrink back from the touches. He sat down on the cold floor and hugged his knees to his chest. It was then that he noticed it. He couldn't feel his toes anymore. Instead, a familiar clammy feeling was slowly moving upwards from his feet……………………….

It's an attempt. I'm not defending it. Lame, I know, but............................. spooked anyone???