The Thing In My Closet

The Thing In My Closet

It’s been a few days since I’ve seen the thing in my closet. I saw it as I lay awake at night, reading about something that I can’t remember. I only saw a glimpse of it as it sprinted at an alarming speed to the vents. That morning my neighbor upstairs died. Her skin hung from a wall.
I haven’t slept since. I can’t remember the last time I felt safe. My mom is starting to get concerned. She says it’s unhealthy to stay awake every night holding a bat and chugging monster energy. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t understand that if I sleep it will come for me. Her only child would die.

I don’t want her to feel like I do. Worrying away as I waste my life staying up every night, never sleeping…

I guess it isn’t the thing in my closet anymore. I haven’t seen it in a while. Maybe tonight will be the night I sleep…? I set down the bat. I pull up the covers over my body. I get out and shut the closet door, just incase. I’m so sleepy….

A disgusting noise wakes me up, I jolt awake. It’s standing over me. It’s way too tall. It’s thin and boney body it’s elongated and strange. It has long, blood stained fingers and no eyes. Just one…Giant mouth with gnarly, long teeth that protrude from the jaw. My scream echoes through the apartment as it bends over me and-


Breaking news!

This morning another victim was found on the late night killing spree that has rampaged this city. The body was found this morning, everything gone except the skin, which was displayed in the window for all to see. “Well Bart, Seemed like another victim has fallen to the skinning maniac. We have exclusive footage from a stream on the apartment across the street. Let’s take a look.”


 “Build build build! We’re gonna lose-“ “There it is!”

“What….What is that?”