You look out the window at the silhouette of the creature. You know it’s coming for you. It is really only a matter of time.
You keep looking at it. It will only move if you looked away. You don’t know why you kept looking at it. You already accepted your fate. Maybe you are trying to see what it looks like. Who knows.
You turn to take a sip of your drink. The frothy, warm liquid feels good as it slides down your throat. You sigh when you realize you had just finished the drink off.
You sigh and turn back to looking out the window. The creature is closer now. You can see it , if just barely.
You can see the saliva glistening on its teeth. You can see the matted fur covering its body. You can see its exposed chest, the glistening organs pulsing ever so softly. You can see its eyes, peircing into your soul. But you are not afraid.
You look down to your book. You might as well finish the page you’re on. You begin to read.
“Alice crept silently through the woods. She could feel the breath of the monster on her neck. It was too close. She wanted to scream, to run, to do anything, but she knew that if she acknowledged its presence, it would catch her. All she could do was hope that she reached the end of the woods soon.
If Alice looked hard enough, she could see the faint twinkle of lights in the distance. They were close enough to barely be seen, but far away enough that she wouldn’t arrive to where they were in a few hours. She sighed and kept walking.
Alice walked for a few more minutes. It was calm. Quiet. She couldn’t feel the breathing on her neck anymore. Strange, but nice. She started to think she had just imagined it all, that she was delusional from isolation.
That is, until she felt the cold hand touch the back of her neck.”
You quietly close the book.
You twiddle your thumbs.
You look into your mug.
You hear a tapping.
You look back up through the window.
It was here.