The Beast


Raider Times photo / Grace Theodore / Word Painter

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. 


(Published November 2022)