User:Anoynmas3621

creak... that same sound sound sends a chill through your spine. Its here. As the blood in your veins runs cold, you know with one ruthless strike you will hit the wall with force and inevitably die. creak... it happens again. You are sitting in your room as your life flashes before your eyes. Riding your bike with your friends. Sitting in class watching that one girl that has always caught your eye. sitting in the head teachers office after fighting that boy who shredded your workbooks. All over now. That doesn't matter anymore. All that matters now is you and it. You could stay and fight but you know it will kill you. You could run but it WILL find you. You will die either way. Its a death-death situation. No way out. Creak... again. You know you have to fight. Hope creeps up inside you. Maybe you can win. Your positive thinking reinforces you. Then the creatures will tells you you can't win. You can't even fight back. Then the light flickers out and the door creaks open. You can just make out the creatures grotesque figure and mutilated facial features. As the fumble with the torch, it moves in for the final kill. As you turn on the torch, you see his massive tendril come round too late. Then nothing.