The Beast
Raider Times photo / Grace Theodore / Word Painter
November 23, 2022
I ran into my closet, closing the door behind me as silently as possible. I could hear the heavy footsteps moving towards my room, each like a deep, heavy, clomp.
The door to my room burst open right as I stopped shuffling in the pile of clothes I was hiding under. A shiver creeped down my spine.
It could sense that I was there.
I could hear each deep, intentional sniff.
It was looking for me.
Suddenly, its shadow appeared under the door and the loud noise stopped.
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(Published November 2022)
