Fear the Night - Michael Peters (android based ebook reader .TXT) 📗

As I lay cowering beneath the window sill of my bedroom, my mind races relentlessly. Did IT see me? No…it’s impossible…but then suddenly it arises. An unearthly howl so terrifying that, like wind through a keyhole, it penetrates my very sanity. IT is coming for me…it is only a matter of time.

I remain as still as possible, fearful that any movement will alert the presence lurking just steps away. But my rigid determination is all for not. In a matter of seconds the front screen door situated beside my bedroom, normally a solid protector from the forceful elements of the outside, is ripped from its hinges with the unholy grace of evil unleashed.

I frantically scan the room for any possible instrument useful in a confrontation against an abomination, but nothing is my revelation. As the sweat pours from my brow, the front door gives away as if it were a weightless feather rather than a guardian protector.

Again the howls arise. The hair on my arms defy gravity; my eyes bulge from their sockets. There are footsteps now. Many footsteps! Loud crashes from the hallway as vases, picture frames and mirrors are flung to the ground with relentless fury.

IT knows I am here…THEY know I am here.

I leap up and bound across the room, barricading myself against the door. Holding my breath, the first attack comes. A fist driven against the door so forceful that it hurls my body across the room. Landing awkwardly against an armoire, I watch in horror while a second blow strikes the splintering door.

A ghastly hand, marked by gnarled scars and oozing sores, smashes its way through the door as I awkwardly retreat back towards the window sill. Fragmented pieces of wood fall to the ground while I look on in stark terror. From the depths of the darkness beyond, a sneering and menacing smile arises from the beast. IT'S maliciousness manifested by IT'S glowing crimson red pupils. IT'S tongue seductively moving about, already savouring the feast.

I watch in horror as the door is flung away. An unimaginable entity appears in the doorway…and then another appears behind IT. As IT enters the room, bowing to enable IT'S ten foot frame access, I know it’s the end…but suddenly my gaze is diverted towards the corner of the room. Something shiny has caught my attention, and my eyes remain fixated on it even while my soul embraces its impending doom.

An aluminum baseball bat, divinely propped up against the wall a mere five feet away, is my mind’s focus. In my initial frantic exploration of the room, the bat must have averted my eyes. Or did it? Without a moment of hesitation, I scramble towards the corner.  

As I grab the bat and begin to grip it tightly, I hear multitudes of laughter from directly behind me.

I bow my head and close my eyes.  This is not my time! This is not my time! I slowly turn around to face the evil…

Publication Date: 03-22-2015

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