I could see him, through the fogged up window. He stood outside in the bitter cold. Night was falling. Rain was beginning to drum on the roof. Pit-pat-pit-pat. I looked around wildly for a place to hide.
There! Under the bed in the far corner of the dingy room; just enough space for me to crawl in between the floor and the frame.
And I waited.
Shortly after my heart stopped racing, I heard a bone-chilling sound. It was the sound of footsteps outside the door. I heard it swing open. The footsteps faded into the dining room. I held my breath, as if waiting for a bomb to go off. My legs were becoming cramped. I wriggled in the right place, hoping to make myself comfortable when- Thud. THUD. Thud. THUD. The sound of his uneven footsteps filled the empty house. I shivered in fear. I must've made too much noise... I'm a goner for sure! He dragged his fingernails across the wall, creating an earsplitting sound. I cringed. He slowly walked up the stairs, one...at...a.....time.
As he entered the room, I felt his eyes scan over the place where I lay, hidden. He searched dresser drawers and dirty floors, but I hid my treasure well. He was not going to be finding any riches tonight, no. My luck must be miraculous tonight, if I am to escape with my life. I scrunched my eyes shut tight. The crack of his brittle bones bending was horrifying and I immediately muffled a scream of horror. As he got closer and closer to realizing I was hiding underneath his nose. I got a whiff of his breath. My eyes popped open, narrowing into slits. It was a putrid smell, not unlike the smell of dead human flesh. Our eyes locked. He smiled with his jagged, bloodstained teeth. "Come out. Play with me." He demanded as he dragged me out from my hiding place, my nails leaving deep marks on the frame of the bed as i struggled to hold on..... For my life.
