I'm sitting in the basement, not making a single sound, a single movement. I can hear him, but I'm pretty sure he can't hear me. At least I hope not. The slightest inclination that I'm down here will surely lead to sudden death.
By now, you're probably wondering what's going on. At 5:17am, almost three hours ago, I awoke to a loud crash. The crash turned into booms and bangs. Those turned into violent thrashing noises. Then, silence. I decided it was just a dream and turned back over. I wasn't getting anymore sleep. The noises had been coming from the kitchen, so I was comforted by telling myself it was just a raccoon, or something like that. Now, my room shares a wall with the kitchen, so I can hear everything that happens in there.
After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, crash. Crash. Crash. Crash. Thud. Sounds arose from the kitchen, louder and louder. I decided I would just go check to see what it was. Dumb idea. Now I realize that was the worst idea I've ever had.
I wrapped my comforter tight around my body and walked out into the hallway. I glanced. I didn't want to glance again. But I did. What I saw horrified me to the point where I wanted to just scream, but I knew I couldn't.
It looked like some sort of neanderthal, with long, scraggly hair and occasional blood stains on its rib cage spotted with patches of skin and small tufts of hair. Its long claws hung off its fingers like daggers. It stood about 3 feet tall, but remained crouched; it walked like that, too. I don't think it noticed me at first, I stood completely still, frozen.
He was chewing, smacking loudly. At that point I wasn't sure what he was chewing, but I was soon to find out. Slowly, he turned his head. He looked right at me, and darted through the kitchen door. I breathed in heavily, but I didn't know what to do. So I walked into the kitchen. Dumb idea. On the floor lie my mother in a pool of her own blood. Her legs were bent in a twisted, horrific fashion and her neck turned abnormally to the side. My eyes led me right to the source of the bleeding- her stomach. She was completely gutted, surrounded in her inner organs. Her torso area was completely hollowed out, and inside, to the horrifying creature, a feast.
He filled her with the food he could find in our refrigorator and covered it in the blood she lay in. By the time I got into the kitchen, half of the food was spread all over the floor, and the leftovers were still inside her gutless stomach. With the sight of this, I couldn't breath. Crash, crash, crash.
He was in the next room, I could hear him.
I dashed down the stairs, but he rushed after me. I shut the basement door and slid into the next room. I got into the closet, scrunched myself down into the corner, and shut the door almost all the way. I could her him thrashing around. There was the slightest crack between the closet doors. I saw him lumber into the room; and I held my breath.
With his sharp, blood-covered claw, I witnessed him write on the wall. When he was done, he dashed off. I shut my eyes as tight as they could shut.
When I finally had the courage to open them, I did. Through the crack of the door, I could see what the inhuman creature had written.
And written brightly in my mother's blood;
I know you're in the closet.
