The Crawl
I try to crawl away but it just keeps up behind me. Its gaping maw keeps reaching for me, and I just keep crawling. I can see a light at the end of the crawlspace. Dear god, its eyes are as black as coal. I can’t look back; I have to keep going. I’m almost there. Wait, it’s a dead end, it can’t be. It has me, I feel its cold teeth wrap around my ankle. I can feel myself slipping, I grab onto everything; anything that I can. My nails are digging into the wood finishing, all I see are teeth and then I hear it: a crunch, like my bones snapping. All I can see is black; all I can hear is a hollow rumble. Now I realize that this is my fate, this is where I am going to stay, forever.