The Gnawing Hunger

Let Him In

For the rest of that night, the strange creature filled Bo's mind. The strange way it looked. How it just stared at him with those dead cold pale blue eyes. Like it were looking straight through him. There was this strange mixture when it had done that.

It had chilled him to the bone. And gave him an odd little thrill.

He wasn't entirely sure why he was feeling like this. It just made his insides twist into little knots. The strange creature had the weirdest draw. One that he hadn't ever felt before in his entire life. Even his transition didn't feel like this. Bo had no words for whatever the Hell it was. And as he ate dinner, Bo tried to not think of it. It couldn't have been real. Nothing like what he witnessed truly existed. He had to have been seeing things is all. The trip out of here had taken more out of him then he thought.

One good night's sleep and he'd be right as rain. That's what he kept telling himself as he finished dinner. Deciding to go to bed early. Sure, it wasn't even midnight just yet. But, fuck he was way too exhausted to stay up longer.

"G'night guys.",Bo stated. Giving his Mom a quick peck on the cheek. Then gave his Grandpa one on his left temple. Hurrying to his bedroom to grab up some old pajamas. Which were just an old pair of sweat pants and a ratty t-shirt. They were pretty much gone but, he couldn't bring himself to throw them out. With this, he hurried to the bathroom in the cabin. Quickly brushing his teeth before heading back to bed. He slipped under the covers as he yawned. Nearly instantly falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Sometime later, there was an odd tapping noise. Slow at first, then it became much more rapid. To the point that it couldn't easily be ignored. And blearily sat up on his bed as he rubbed at them with his fist. Slowly opening his eyes as he softly groaned. What in the Hell was happening? He glanced around the room to see both his friends fast asleep. Neither seemed to notice the noise. It was sort of good they were much deeper sleepers then Bo. And he was a little more than glad for that. As Arthur would probably be panicking over what it was.

And they didn't need that this late or early or whatever. Especially, when it wasn't anything to worry over.

Soon as his eyes properly adjusted to the lack of light, he spotted the source of the noise. A window nearest his bed had something knocking against it. He couldn't see what was making the odd tapping. And for a second, he assumed it was probably just a tree branch. One that got caught up in the wind and was hitting against the window. All he had to do was get out of bed to check. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

Yet, a small part of him didn't want to. It warned him to go back to sleep. Pretend that he hadn't heard a damned thing.

It seemed silly to be so scared of a little noise. All it was after all was a tap on the window. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. And he just needed to get out of bed. Get out of bed and walk over to the window.

Which the tapping didn't cease in the slightest bit. At least until a few seconds, then it stopped. Bo bit his lower lip as he debated if it even really had happened. Or if he had been hearing things in the first place. Then the tapping picked up again.

This time, he thought he saw a hand. One as pale as snow. Like the...like the creature he had seen from earlier. Bo pushed his covers off before slipping out of bed. Quietly walking over to the window in question. Eyes wide as he feared what he was going to be seeing just outside the glass. An image of the creature he had seen before flashing briefly. Though he hoped that it wasn't out there. That there was absolutely nothing there and it was just his sleep addled mind making things up. And when he got to the window there would be nothing there.

Then he could go back to his bed and sleep. Properly sleep since had come out here.

Just as soon as he got to the window, it had stopped. Like it hadn't actually happened. Or he was actually waking up from this whole thing. Then he got a proper look at what had been making that tapping noise. His eyes went wider as he stared at the thing. Outside the window, standing in the slowly falling snow...was a young man all dressed in rags.