Lamplights flickered dimly on the dark streets and the air was filled with mist. The moonless night felt uneasy filled with an unnatural cold,As silence filled the air, a cacophony arose from a void of an alley, as a hungry cat knocked the lid off a bin. The reverberating clatter scared the creature momentarily, and tail up in the air, it fled from the darkness.As silence resumed, the neighborhood slept on, completely unaware that this very night, one specific family would never experience the dawn.
An unusual feeling of uneasiness filled the street, the air, though filled with mist tasted dry like sand. The feeling drifted slowly, an unusual and archaic presence, homing in on a number that screamed to it like an abandoned baby, alone in the night, the presence crept hungrily towards number 666.A dull thumping began in the house, beating not unlike an heartbeat. In their beds, the children began to stir. As he lay next to his wife, Mr. Smith found himself awoken from pleasant dreams by his wife prodding him with her index finger. He groaned.
"Are you going to find out what that bloody racket is?" She whispered frantically.
"It'll stop."
"What if it doesn't?"
Mr. Smith opened his mouth to retort, then remembered his wife wasn;t one for wit. Sleep had clouded his judgment before and had resorted in an elbow to the ribs. He got out of bed, donned his robe, and took a step towards the door.
He fell forwards, putting his foot through the floor, which rippled like water, from a stone, but felt like viscous glue. He fell forwards landing on his face.
Mr. Smith looked on in horror as the wall tore open and fell on itself, and all manner of barbed hooks and tendrils wrapped around him, strangling his terrified form as they heaved him up into the air, Mrs. Smith pulled open the drawer, and with a pair of scissors tried to free her husband. The tendrils wrapped around her and lifted her up. There was a wet splattering sound behind her that could only have been her husband. She screamed as she felt his blood hit her, tendrils entered her mouth, and pushed their way through her nasal canal and oesophagus, she tried to scream again but couldn't.
Silence fell, there was no banging sound, no sudden wailing from the battered corpses of Mr Smith and Mrs Smith just silence. Even the mysterious thudding had gone, two doors opened simultaneously revealing two terrified children. They stared out into the hallway where their parent's lays, blood was splatted along the corridor it trickled down the walls like wet paint. There was no sign of what or who attacked them. The children rushed to their parents sobbing shouting their names over and over until they realised that it hasnt made any difference. They were dead, a large shadow passed over them further down the hall followed by the creaking of the stairs. The boy rushed to his room whilst his sister stared in absolute awe at the oncoming shadow, then a banshee like scream filled the house, the boy rushed out of his room carrying a toy axe to find a monstrosity that could only be described as the devil lifting his sister into the air by her neck. She could not scream, she could only stare in absolute horror as the devil choked the life out of her, the boy rushed to her sister hitting the devil with his axe along with kicking and screaming. The devil laughed at the puny whelp which was trying to overpower him, he swatted him aside like a fly the boy collided with the wall and then slumped, blood tricked down the rear of his neck. The grip on the girls neck softened slightly and the girl managed a high pitch wail and then suddenly stopped by the snapping of bones, the girls form flopped onto the floor like a rag doll. The devil laughed vigorously then smashed the nearby window jumping out and then running toward the night merging with the shadows as he went.
