It’s watching me. Right now as I type out my experience on my computer. I can feel its eyes boring into my back and its vile breath, hot on the back of my neck.

I dare not look behind me. I can hear it panting; all to eager for its next meal. I don’t know how it got in here, or where it’s come from. But it’s been lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to notice it, waiting to pounce.


It’s large, and humanoid in form. With sickly grey skin, stretched over its imposing limbs. And its face…Oh God its face.


Black pits for eyes. No nose, and what I can only describe as a Cheshire Cat-like grin. Exposing two rows, of needle like teeth.  Oh God. It’s laughing at me. In that deep, almost demonic voice it has.

It has spoken to me a few times. In full, coherent sentences. Spewing tales, of what it plans to do to me when it gets close enough.  I stared at if for much too long, and now it’s right behind me, only about a foot away.


It only seems to move when I look at it. Taking just a few steps at a time.  It’s now close enough, that all it needs to do is reach out one bony hand. But it wants me to look at, right in the eyes as it rips me to shreds.

I don’t know what to do. Do I just turn around, and end this game of cat and mouse it clearly so delights in playing? Or do I make a run for it?


Please God help me. We’ve been sat like this for hours. My eyes are brimming with tears. I can feels its sharp fingers nails, beginning to scrape along the back of my neck. Teasing…threatening.

I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to look. I hope someone finds this document and comes to understand how I died. Mum, Dad, everyone…

 I love you and I’m sorry.



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