Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Knock….knock…..knock….!

Each knock is louder than the last. It’s trying to get in….it wants in! Shrieking, clawing, calling, wanting to get in. Its claws search for tender flesh from under the door. Blood trails behind as it scratches the floor. It wants more, no….it needs more. Its long, claw-like fingers and pale skin. Its need for blood, need for flesh. Its sharp teeth and boney fingers. It is horrid, frightening. It has a skull-like face….no eyes.

 	Creeeeeaaaak-

It’s inside…..it’s inside! It’s hunched as it slowly drags its weight towards its new victim. Blood dripping from its mouth, filled with razors. Deep breathing from its nose, dried flesh, and blood on its hands. Closer, it comes closer with slow steps. Its feet; like its hands. It stood like a man, but it was far from. Though the room is dark as night, it can see the bed clearly. It is close, so close. 

There lays its next victim, asleep in a warm bed. It is hungry, hungry for her. Above her bed, the creature raises its hand. Its action is quick- quick and messy. A new meal for it; one of a young girl. And it eats her up. It eats her up fast. But not before drinking up her blood. 

It is quiet, hushed. No more noise, no more food. It needs a new house. Hunger will surely come back to the creature. It needs more food soon; more flesh. Leaving….it’s leaving for a new meal. Surely, no one will be missed.

Drip….drip….drip….

Blood drips from its mouth once more, flesh still between its teeth. Its claws stay stained; stained with flesh and blood. It is walking through a forest, trees hiding and covering its tall and large being. It looks as if it is a walking tree; a tree with the thirst of blood and hunger for raw flesh. 

It stops at another small country house, hungry once more. For nothing can satisfy the creature’s hunger.