Martin cowered, trying to vanish into the corner he was hiding in. But he had already fit as much of his scrawny body into the corner as he could.
This time Simon felt the vibrations through the floor. He looked around the room desperately searching for anything that would help hide him. His gaze fell upon a black cloak hung up. He darted for it, pulling it off the hook and threw it over himself. He then dashed back to his corner; crouching and making sure the cloak covered his whole body. Then, with one last look around the room, he ducked his head under as well.
It must be getting angrier whatever it was, unless it was getting desperate, but Simon doubted that. He crouched for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the next thud, which would surely be followed by the crash of the door hitting the floor.
Simon jolted, straining his ears. There was no crash and as he settled back down, relieved, he noticed that the thudding had gone back to one. What on earth was the thing doing?
Just like thunder, the breaks between each thud were defiantly shortening.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Simon nearly screamed; the thing was in the next room. There he was crouched in the tiny cloakroom, cowering with fear. The thing could only be a meter away. He heard a snort but that was it, no heavy footsteps, no bang of the table being flung aside. Nothing.
Simon strained his ears to hear something, anything. Then when he was least expecting it, the door to the cloakroom slowly began to open. He could hear it creaking. He clamped his eyes shut, daring not to look or breathe.
Before he knew what was happening, Simon found himself hovering in the air. Looking down he saw that the cloak was on the floor and he was floating a foot above it. He also noticed a pair of booted feet peeking out from under a black cloak. He followed the cloak up with his head, until he came to a hooded head that was on level with his own. He couldn't see anything inside the hood, but he could sense that there was something there.
Another snort and the hood was frown back by unseen hands. Where the hood had been was a...horses head. Red malevolent eyes stared at him from under pointed ears, and above a long nose that ended in two large nostrils. Simon stared in horror. The body was defiantly human; he could see the feet and arms. But the head was horse, and there was no way that it could be a horse stood on two feet.
The mouth opened and