Under the bed.

Crawling under my bed is a series of woefully screeching creatures. They wriggle like worms and sting like scorpians. I dare not set my feet upon the ground. I dare not make a single sound. Grunting as they are growing larger. I don't believe my time will last much longer.

Having not heard of these creatures before. I don't know much about how they war.

All I know is that they have reaped havoc. My corn crops have all died within a period of days. My livestalk have all passed on the the grave. Signaling, these creatures, must be warning me.

Louder they grunt and faster beats my heart. I feel like my life is being torn apart. Just as I thought I was feeling the epitomy of fear, my anxiety suddenly disappeared. Why? I set my feet upon the ground. I do not hear a single sound. They're gone? Suspision grows and my stomach drops. Someone humming is right outside of my bedroom. I look for a weapon. I can only find my old baseball bat. Hopefully it will just be my silly old cat. I creak open my door... I scream as a grotesque figure, a humanoid with protruding bones and jagged teeth, confronts me. My eyes avoid looking toward the creature. But I catch a glimpse of glazed-over dreadful eyes. I turn around to run but the creature already has taken me in it's deadly grasp. Cutting away into my abdomin, it's claws are like small individual scythes declaring my imminent death. Wailing at the sound of my skin and inards ripping apart. My mind races as it contemplates it's end. Fighting for any grasp of life my concious can grab hold of. Bleeding out and gasping, I slip away to the creatures wrath. Now I am no more.

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