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It was open. An unlocked door in Yvonne's house? I was astounded. I turned and glanced over my shoulder in time to see a horrible-looking thing. I cannot even begin to describe to you what it looked like. Its face was slick and black like a ripened eggplant. It carried something in what I can only assume were arms. What it held was club-like, or maybe a human leg—a femur bone. The coil that felt wound up tightly inside me suddenly sprung open and I believe I wet my pants. A trickle of sweat ran down my brow. I ran down the stairwell and into the basement.
I didn't stop to look around me. I only knew I wanted to hide. I found a corner, crouched into it, and pulled a chair in front of me. I only had a moment before I heard the thing that was obviously no mortal coming down the stairs. I blew the candle out and held my breath so that he wouldn't hear me breathing. I could picture him sneaking around in the darkness. I heard him move from wall to wall, and something heavy slid across the cement floor at a tremendous speed. A glass fell and broke and then all was quiet.
Have you ever been to a funeral and laughed uncontrollably out of nervousness? Were you ever in school or church as a child, or at some time when it was imperative that you remained quiet, and the absurdity of the quietness, or something uncontrollably funny was going through your mind? Did you find yourself straining to hold back laughter to the point where you snorted through your nose? This is how I felt, and can you think of a worse time?
The monstrosity I met upstairs was looking for me, I was quite sure. I felt around me and found something metal in the darkness behind me. I think it was the leg of a small table. Whatever it was, I was holding onto it for dear life. Neither beast nor man would tear me away from it without ripping my arms off. After some time passed without a sound, I felt that maybe the beast had peacefully left the room. Then, a noise—a sticky footstep on the floor like Velcro releasing. I was wrong in my thoughts, it was still in the room and it waited for me to make a noise.
My eye twitched nervously. I thought of the beast, a hideous brute, wandering around aimlessly looking for me in the dark, and the thought was making me giddy. My heart was beating hard and I still had not taken a breath. Delirium was setting in to the point when I felt I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer. I heard a noise that broke the silence and that allowed me another moment to clear my mind.
There was a stirring in the room. The room was so dark I had to blink to make sure my eyes weren't closed. In about or near the center of the room, something was beginning to glow a warm red. I stared at that glow for lack of something better to stare at. The red light was growing brighter and hotter. Then there were two, and they turned in my direction, zeroing in on me. In the center of those red hot balls of light that closely resembled campfire embers, were two pupils dark like the coal-black eyes of a snowman. The eyes were getting bigger, coming closer.
The beast had glowing eyes. My god how they glowed. They covered the radius of the room and were upon me in a mere second and they looked right into my face, studying me. I could hold my breath no longer and I exhaled. I took in another deep breath and filled my lungs and sinuses with the burning stench of putrid decay. Hot air burned my throat as I breathed in, gasping and choking. When I felt a drop of sticky ooze dampen my knee, I jumped.
From behind me came the object I was holding. I don't know where I got the strength, but it came over my head and hit the anomaly square between the eyes. They fiery eyes got bigger and came closer to me again as I ran through the dark—straight into a wall.

 

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