The Wardrobe

“Closet” by dansays is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

I woke up with a start, something was in my room. The wardrobe doors opened and it came out of my wardrobe. I stared at it, my brain slowly realized this was real. I opened my mouth to scream…but nothing came out. I tried to talk, yell for help, but I couldn’t get anything out of my stubborn, broken throat. I tried to focus on the creature, hoping that if I just kept looking at it it would go away. I focused on its black, bubbly skin, its huge, fangs that were yellow with grime and red around the edges with blood, it’s giant, hooked claws I stared for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to look at anything else in my room. And as I stared at the thing, it slowly started to creep forward, so slowly that I could barely even notice it, but when I looked closer, I could see that it had moved about an inch closer to my bed…and me.

I wanted to see if it was because I was looking at it, so I decided I would look away for a second, and when I did, it moved so fast that when I looked back it was right in front of me. I could now smell its foul, moldy breath that had the tang of blood in it, see its rippling skin, almost like water, notice how its claws were razor sharp, how its fangs were even sharper than the sharpest knife. And then, it lunged.

I tried to jump out of the way but it caught my shirt-neck with its claws and yanked me back I tried to get out of it’s crushing grip but within seconds I had been completely crushed, my bones snapping. Somehow, I was alive, I was on agony. I just wanted it to end. And then, as if the monster could hear my thoughts, it swooped down and in one quick motion. It tore me apart, but not quickly, very slowly, making me feel every agonizing second of it ripping my limbs from my body.