Behind The Doors

(THE ART ON THE COVER IS NOT MINE, I REPEAT, I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST)

She almost gagged looking at the horrific creature in front of her, its limbs stretching out unnaturally, its body twisting and the bones sounded as if they were cracking, like the weight of its own flesh was to much. The creature grabbed the yellow walls like a certain, ripping the paint off with an odd strength for something that wasn't muscle. The yellow paint seemed to grow as if it were organic, into a sheet of thin lining that could peel as easily as skin. And without looking back up at her, it pulled the yellow sheet over itself. And then it was gone.