"If You're Reading This, Close Your Door"
It's taunting me; I can tell. My bedroom door is open and down my dark hallway, out of the corner of my eye, I see the crouching silhouette. I see those hungry, opaque eyes. I see that dark oily hair. I hear it's ragged breathing. It wants to be noticed. It wants to play.
I discreetly lift my hand away from my keyboard, towards the door, pretending I don't notice. It lifts its hand towards the door as well. In terror I seize up. Its hand is still outstretched, impossibly long fingers pointing right at me. I lower my hand; it lowers its hand. It knows that I know. I don't know what to do, so I sit there, frozen in my chair.
It's still waiting.
After what must have been hours, I muster what little courage I have and make the first move. I turn in my chair to face it, and I stand up. It stands up. It's tall... it's so tall. I cautiously take a step towards the door. It steps towards my room. My eyes widen in terror. I can see its eyes widen in excitement. I scream and stumble backwards, falling into my chair. It steps back and lowers its obscene body to the floor, its eyes never once leaving me. It's hard to tell through the darkness, but I think its grinning.
Dear lord, protect me. I'm only four feet away from the door... and it's eight feet away from me.