Me and my wife were going through hard times. We fought a lot, things were said that I wish weren't. All of this has taken a toll on my son Benjamin. He was a very quiet kid, prone to depression. I remember what he was like those few months, he wouldn't talk to me or his mom, he wouldn't talk at all. I just wish I could have helped him before that THING came.

Me and my wife were yelling one night, louder than usual. We yelled hurtful things back and forth, and Benjamin had excused himself to his room. I remember saying something particularly nasty, and then immediately regretting it when I saw the look on my wife's face. she stormed out the door, yelling: "I can't be around you right now."

 I just stood in the middle of the room, feeling bad and pleased with myself at the same time. I sat down on the couch to watch TV, expecting her to return in a few minutes. I heard crying come from Ben's room. I knew he was hurt, but I was still too angry to comfort him. 

An hour passed and my wife had not returned. I was starting to get worried. I hadn't heard her drive away, but would she just be standing out there for so long? I looked out the window, her car was still in the driveway, but I couldn't see her. And then I heard a sound, like thumping on wood. It came from Benjamin's room, so I assumed it was him who made the sound.

But it unnerved me, and made me even more nervous about my wife. I opened the door and called her name. I yelled out a sincere apology, but got no response. I pulled my shoes on and stepped outside. I walked around the house several times, but found no trace of her. 

And then I heard a bumping sound in the shed behind my house. I ran to it and slowly opened the door. My wife sat shivering in the shed floor. She jumped when she saw me, then burst into tears. I asked her what was wrong, but she seemed to be staring last me, with a look of terror in her eyes.

It you have ever seen the expression of sheer and absolute terror, then you know that it has an effect on the person seeing it. I felt my spine go stiff as I turned towards the house.  hanging on the side near my son's window was a thin humanoid. It seemed to be talking to someone, to my son. 

I ran to the house, my wife behind me. We ran into Ben's room, and saw him sitting up in his bed, facing the most hideous creature. It was disproportionate and thin. It's eyes were huge and white, its skeleton grin stretched to the sides of it's head. It had on a red plaid shirt and jeans.

It barely glanced at us when we entered. It just focused on Benjamin. It said, "My home is better. No one fights, no one yells. Follow me, and you will never be sad again." 

Ben nodded, transfixed on the creature's eyes. He turned to me, something was horribly wrong with the way he smiled. Then the creature stepped into the house, and turned to me. "Leave." It said. It seemed like it was hard for it to speak. I walked to my son and placed a defensive hand on his shoulder. 

The creature narrowed its eyes. It seemed to darken. It watched me and my wife. I reflexively reached to grab her hand. Suddenly everything that we had fought about seemed unimportant. All we cared about then was protecting our son. The creature noticed this, and softened. It turned to Ben, and almost nodded, before crawling out through the window. It never returned.

After several therapy sessions Ben returned to his normal self. He said that the creature was there to help him, but I never understood what he meant.
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This is the second story I’ve read of a creature described to be the exact same, creepy as hell. 
The only one who will truly ever get you is you.
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