The room was dark. Isn’t that how all scary stories are supposed to start? But seriously, the light shattered when it walked by the window. I don’t really know what to think right now, it’s still out there somewhere, probably watching me.
I just woke up at three a.m. about five minutes ago to some kind of cross between a howl and the shrill scream of a child playing, almost like the shout a rabbit might make if it were being eaten by a fox. Four short screams, close by, and then a shadow projected onto my window. A slinking, emaciated shadow. The light burst, glass fell to the carpet below. I’m only writing this because I figure it will help me calm down.
It walked by again, walked isn’t really a good term to use, more like crawled, or slithered almost. I’ve never seen anything move the way it does, almost seductively, smooth and calculated. Again, just a shadow, no real answers. It’s probably one of the neighbor kids, right?
Yeah, I wish it were the kids…
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