Eyes in the Closet

Have you ever..walked into a room..and noticed the closet door...hanging ever so..slightly open? But you know, no one has been in there? You normally assume, you did it but forgot to close it..or you think maybe someone else did it? You open your closet sometimes..and look around...nothing. You won't ever see...anything. Unless, you wait until the sun goes down. It comes out when you sleep, ever so slowly pushing your closet door open. It crawls out, low to the ground on all fours...to your bed and sits next to you. It puts it face up to your's, and stares. Sometimes..it's stares stir your sleep and you roll around in bed uncomtribly, rustling your covers.

It likes to make noise in your closet, and play with the doors..and lights in your bedroom. It's black bony hands grab your covers and pull them off so you shiver.

It puts it's mouth right up to you, and breathes it's cold...shallow breath on your neck. Giving you goose bumps..

The stench of it's breath smells like decaying flesh..

It will continue to toy with you...it loves to play with it's food...

If it manages to wake you up..and you open your eyes..it will be there...with it's jaws gaping open..

It doesn't like it when you see it.