Spookyness

Knowledge

 It was a normal Monday morning when it happened. I was getting ready for another day at school, just continuing the vicious cycle that was my life. I was eating breakfast when I heard a thump from the basement. I figured it was just my cat jumping off a windowsill, so I paid it no mind. Then came another thump, and another. I realized that something was coming up the stairs, and peered its head - I’m not even sure if you could call it that - around the corner and looked at me. I don’t even know how to describe it. If I tried I’d probably just end up throwing myself on a knife trying to get it out of my head. After what seemed like an eternity, I sprinted toward the cutlery drawer, grabbing a knife and went into my parents’ room. I woke them up as fast as I can, trying to explain what horror had occurred in the past few seconds. When they understood that something was out there, my dad took the knife from me and slowly opened the door. It was open no more than an inch when a tentacle, or perhaps an arm, grabbed my father and pulled him into the hallway, dragging him back towards the basement door before my mother and I heard it coming back. It pounded the door down, and in an instant, it had decapitated my mother, leaving me the last one standing. Instead of giving me the mercy of death, it grabbed me by the leg and and dragging me through my father’s eviscerated remains, and towards the basement door. I was thrown down the stairs, leaving me staring up at it as this abomination descended toward me. “I’ve had my fill of blood, human. Yet I desire one thing more.” It could speak. Mother of God, it could speak. “W-w-what do you want?” I asked eakly. It crawled down a few more steps, grasped my head in its claws. “I desire knowledge.” It stared into my eyes, nay, into my very soul, then leaned into my ear and whispered, “I just can’t figure out why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”