A Mysterious Narrow Escape

JAWS, horrid crackling jaws. Chasing and biting, snorting and snarling. Jaws that housed a set of thick, sharp, white teeth. Teeth that belonged to the reincarnation of what looked like fury itself. A disfigured creature, tall and looming, with pearl green horns, leathery white skin, and eyes the color of death. A creature that was currently charging at me.

I ran without direction, but with plenty of terror. I ran through stained wooden doorways covered in gloomy white moss and hallways littered with fog and forgotten photographs. It was cold, it was dark. I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t feel. I was in someone’s house, no, an abandoned house, one frozen in time. The walls were grey and painted with sadness.As my feet barreled up the stairs, I could sense the voice of the souls, trapped under the wooden floorbeds, scratching at its surface in warning.

It was eerie, this place feels so familiar yet completely foreign.

It was getting closer, my cloaked demise. I could hear its slow rasp and green talons dragging along its path. Out of breath and out of mind, I take a left, no, a right, and come face to face with a cherry red door. The creature was on my heels. I turn the handle and lunge inside.

There I see it at the end of the room, a narrow wooden vent, with a beaten-down copper lock. I turn around, and there it was, my disfigured entity, right behind me. I break the latch and crawl inside just as its claws nip my leg.

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I wake up drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

I usually never have nightmares. It was quite odd. Yet again, nothing was usual anymore. Ever since we moved to this town, I’ve missed my friends, I’ve missed our apartment in the city, and I’ve missed my old life. And this house, yes its big, but it feels so lonely with just me and mum, and its grey walls don’t match my purple sheets. I have to get used to it, I suppose. I start unboxing, school doesn’t start till next week, and mum was at the clinic.

On my way to the attic, I think about the leftover furniture and photo frames that we might need to throw away . It’s funny how Mum was able to buy a house like this, but again, we do need to deal with the mice.

I turn a rusted handle and freeze.

The room grows smaller with every heavy, wet thump inside my head.

I slowly reach the corner of the room and see it, a locked wooden vent.

I uncover my heel, and come face to face with a bloody red trench torn into my flesh.

I break the latch and crawl inside.