Author: dancing.-.bunnies4253 PM
One night you're sound asleep. Then you hear a scream and awaken. What you fined is terrifying.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Suspense - Words: 676 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-04-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3098314
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He might hear you…
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers spread as wide as they will go and my palms pressed heavily against the wall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold. One, two, three…
I hear him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as he comes after me. Have you ever noticed his face? His eyes-or lack thereof? I have a theory, He doesn't have eyes because he doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly. Hoping not to catch his attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse. Where he is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding under rusty furniture. He will find me. It will only be a matter of time.
My hands turn into fists. I bring my arms down to my sides and take a tentative step down he room. Always pressing against the wall so I won't get lost in the dark. I can't even see my hand in front of me. He killed the lights. I have to wonder if he see's things better in the dark. Every attack I've heard of, the lights have been off, or it's been outside with no moon in the sky.
Would it be so awful to die by his hands? Would he play with me, torture me, or make it fast and sleek? Am I prolonging my torment by waiting for him, by playing his games?
Crunching sounds. Wet, deep and throaty chuckles. A snap. I wonder if he's found-then I remember my pet rabbit. He's eating my rabbit. I want to cry and scream, to find him and kill him for this. I can't move though. I've been immobilized by fear and by the wet and choking sounds coming from the other room. I hear a damp tearing sound and wonder what part of the body is he eating now. My rabbit didn't even squeal-didn't even notice the monster creeping up on it.
The slow, steady, drip, drip, drip, of blood platters against the ground. In the silence, I can hear it, only punctuated by the low grinding from his mouth. Plop, crunch, Plop. Does he drink blood?
There is a sound, like a zip of electricity and the lights flicker to life.
The crunching stops. Then a small husky giggle. I feel as if im about to faint, as I look around the room franticly. Where to hide? Where will he best likely to look first?
I dive beneath the bed. I barely fit as I shimmy my way into the small space as silently as I can. Once I am settled, I roll over to look out from beneath the bed. There is a small area where the sheets don't touch the floor. I can see the door to the bedroom and shadows as they dance all around the dark and cramped space.
I hold my breath. One, two, three…
The slow slithering, down the hallway. Down the hallway. I see his shadow growing bigger, then smaller, in the doorframe, as he comes closer to the light.
Finally, his legs are visible. Long fabric, touches the floor. I see no sign of feet, and in the last moments of my life, I wonder if he even needs to walk-or if he simply floats.
He walks into the room and turns around. I don't dare exhale, although my lungs are screaming for release.
He walks closer. Close still. I feel the air growing stale and old inside my chest. I am growing dizzy, although I can't tell if it's from the lack of oxygen or from the spine-wrenching fear.
The movement stops, he begins to kneel.
He lifts the sheets and bends down low, so that his face slowly comes into my view.
And he smiles.