I sit and stare for a while. My hands clamp on my covers as they rest on my legs. I stare forward at the slightly ajar door clear in the centre of my vision. I see three long silver fingers creep out and snatch the edge of the closet door. Every outlined skin tight knuckle, the rotten flesh further down the hand and the Half fallen off nails that sit upon the ends of each decrepit finger send chills down my spine. I hold my breath and my arms slowly pull my blanket further up my chest.
The closet door creeps open and the sound of the rusty joints creaking fill my ears. The creatures arm becomes visible. Pale skin, so tight it's applying pressure to the bone, parts of the covering had split and torn revealing the bones and joints. The silver skin had been stained with dirt, grinded against it then splattered with blood to create a red, brown mix like wet mud sprinkled with autumn leaves. Then, slowly two beaming white eyes appear in the darkness like headlights at midnight. They burn into my skin, watching my every move. I hold my breath. Don't move.
