Stories
The noise was quiet, but loud enough for him to know that he heard it. This sound was a soft rumble, reverberating around his room as if a train was passing by. This sound was so dreadful and threatening, it sent chill bony hands sliding down his spine. This was not the first time he had heard this sound, in fact it wasn't the second or third, yet no matter how many times he heard it, it still chilled him to his core.
As he lay in bed, cover high atop his head, he pondered what actions he could take. After a few indecisive moments, he lowered the sheet to stare at his closet, simply hoping the sound would stop, that it would leave his room and his life forever. Many tense minutes passed, and the sound showed no signs of stopping.
Slowly, carefully, he swung his legs out of bed. He place his feet onto the floor. His floor creaked and groaned under his weight and he cursed the old house and its failing. Silently and cautiously, he reached the door, that dreaded door. His hand moved on its own accord, swinging itself to the door knob. His hand, mere inches away from the knob, covered the last bit of distance between it and its goal.
The door crashed open, sending him sprawling to the floor with a harsh scream of pain. Looming over him was a beast, but of no kind he had ever seen before. The beast was as tall as the ceiling, and as wide as the door and half it again. The stench was horrendous, rotting flesh and foetid breath making him gag. He scrambled to his feet, those beady eyes belonging to the monster followed his movements with animalistic hate. He was its play thing, its entertainment and feast. A buffet of flesh and a dinner time treat. There was intelligence behind those murderous orbs.
He gathered his wits, and lept to his feet. He quickly scampered out of reach of it's long arms. The beast reared up and roared. So loud was this roar the floor shook, photos fell from the wall, and the boy clapped his hands to his ears, his senses in overload. With it's roar complete, it began to rumble towards him, a freight train of flesh and horror.
The monster bearing down upon him, he lept to the hallway door, hoping to escape his room. The beast changed course with agility that seemed to spring from nowhere. It crashed into him and the door
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