I sit in the corner of my room hiding behind my dresser. My clammy hands clasped against the torch. My eyes squeezed tight and holding my breath and tears trickle down my cheeks. I hear the closet door creak and one of the creatures feet slam onto the floor. Shivers begin at the top of my head and slowly wiggle there way down my body. The creatures bones and joints click and snap out of place as it twitches on the other side of the room. I hear it growling and squealing as it's second leg raised and slams down onto the bedroom carpet. It shouts and then jolts to a new position.
I attempt to steady my breathing and I swivel the torch round in my hand until I'm holding it butt up, ready to face the monster. In, and out. Slowly, remember what she told you. In. And out. The creature takes another step, it's joint crack and pop like fireworks on bonfire night. It twitches and takes another step toward me. Popping, constant popping. It screams again, a long strip of saliva spurts from its mouth and lands in the carpet next to me. Another step slams against the ground, it's next to the dresser.
It twitches and slams stuff off of the table, pencils take flight then dive down into the carpets, an empty cup falls onto the ground and rolls by the creatures feet and finally my alarm clock drops to the ground and begins to ring and shake across the floor. The creature screams, enraged by the recent explosion of noise. The twitching becomes more violent and sporadic, another step and it screams again, more saliva flies past the side of my head. Slowly I unclench my eyes and I grind my teeth together as he takes the final step.
My body prepares itself. I reset my grip on the torch. I keep up my slow breathing and my eyes begin to focus through the tears. I scrunch up my face spring up and swing for the monster. After stumbling forward I look up and the tears drop down my face. It's gone. I hear the closet slam shut and I slowly stumble back onto the ground. Tears begin to stream down my face as I struggle to breathe. I swing my head back and slam it onto the wall behind me. My hands lose grip of the torch and go weak beside me. God damn it.
