Born

The creature’s scarlet eyes bore into my own. I stand there, too terrified to move. Its skin is gray and moldy, flaking off in little bits. Its few teeth were sharp and rotten as black saliva dripped out from between them.

I step back as it lurches towards me, long arms swinging like pendulums. Its legs are doubled the wrong way, like a frog’s. It makes these repulsive, gargling sounds. I can’t tell what’s exactly in those soulless eyes. It might be hate. It might be just hunger.

When I wanted a child, I didn’t think it would be like this.