“Don’t be stupid” I said out loud. The trees still seemed to whisper and I thought I heard my name. Did I hear a voice, or was fear playing some trick on my mind? “Matt” I heard, weakly at first, as though someone was calling me from a distance. My heart pounded and I instinctively drew the bed linen tightly around me, my body shaking with fear. 'Matt,' the voice called to me again, louder this time and more insistent. My heart was aching, racing and I felt as though it would surely explode.
Fearfully, I peered out from under the covers and gazed towards the window. A flash of lightening revealed a face, horribly disfigured, staring back at me. In a moment of indecision, I hesitated, but then threw off the duvet and dashed towards the closed door. I knew if I could escape my room, I could be free from the horrible visage in the window. In a split second, just before I reached the doorway, I heard the shattering sound of broken glass. Nearly frozen with fear, I slowly turned towards the window, and gasped as I realized the creature was in the room with me. I groped at the door handle; the awful round shape prevented me from escape. The door was no longer there, replaced by smooth, cold rock. I touched the wall and quickly recoiled. A slimy substance was now oozing down the walls, with an odour that made me feel physically ill. I could hear the creature breathing and knew it was watching me, stalking me, waiting to strike. I couldn’t bring myself to turn round. I felt nauseous and began frantically groping along the wall, desperately seeking a doorway for escape. I realized there was no hope.
I finally turned to face the evil in the hopes of defending myself. My fists raised and shaking, foolishly. I awaited the creature's next move. I felt my legs shake as a loud scream pierced my ears. I felt a burning pain in my shoulders as the creature sprang towards me, sinking its claws deep into me. In the next moment, it pinned me against the wall with a force that shattered my eyes. Warm blood poured down my face and chest as the creature sank its claws deeper in my shoulders. Blinded and weak with pain I could only hear and feel the creature, now inches away from me, its rancid breath hot on my face. In a raspy voice, it spoke to me saying, "It's time to die."
I futilely struggled to break free of its grasp, but only felt more pain as it sank its claws in deeper to restrain me. I felt an agonizing pain overtake me as the creature broke my spine. I screamed again and again, but the louder I cried out, the tighter the creature's grip on my shoulders became. With a forceful lunge, it clamped its jaws on my throat and I heard the sickening sound of the tearing of my own flesh. The creature backed off of its bite and another chilling and triumphant scream was heard. I began to choke on my own blood. Like the rain pouring on the rooftop, blood gushed from my wounds and I knew death would come quickly. I silently prayed, “Please let it be over quickly.” In a last, feeble attempt to escape, I managed only to fall to the floor. A final scream, then the creature lunged at me and I turned to face my certain doom. And with that final scream of agony, I woke up and sat staring at my computer screen, sweat pouring down my body like a thick and bloody rain. I stupidly felt at my eyes to find them returned and ran a finger over my neck and shoulder searching for puncture wounds.
The storm had subsided and the branches of the trees had ceased their restless swaying. Shaken, I rose to my feet and headed for the doorway. I passed the window but dropped to my knees as a sharp pain shot through my foot. I quickly grabbed my leg, reaching for the pain, and discovered a small shard of glass embedded there. As I removed the glass, I heard the door groan in resistance and leaped back at the sound of something pounding angrily on the window's reformed glass. Turning fearfully towards the window, I found myself eye to eye with a creature so hideous, it defied description. With an evil grin, it turned and vanished into the darkness.
