BOB

Andrew woke up with a start, he knew what had happened and his heart sunk, the sound of the glass shattering downstairs had done the same to his nerves. It had come in. After weeks of watching and stalking him the creature had finally decided to break in. The patio doors, made completely of glass, provided it with the perfect entrance.



Andrew led there in bed. In the blacknessness only illuminated by the small amount of clear light that the moon provided through the space between the curtains. He listened for the creature, listened to see if it was inside, secretely playing that everything would be silent. The terrifying cracking of glass under its feet confirmed to his worst fear, it had finally made its way into his home.

With this crushing realisation Andrew, now shaking, grabbed his titanium baseball bat and crept downstairs deeper into the darkness, determined to confront this thing once and for all, secretly hoping though, that it would run away when it sees him as it normally does. Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening. At first all he heard was the cracking of glass under the creatures feet, then, for the first time, Andrew heard the creature, breathing heavily as if its throat was blocked by phlegm. The hideous creature snarled and clicked, gradually getting ever closer to Andrew.

Now out of the kitchen, the creature was finally off of the glass. It walked almost silently now, strangely more agile than it looks, especially considering how clumsily it runs away. Andrew realised what he had to do. He grasped his weapon tighter and... Froze, unable to move. He knew he needed to attack it but he just couldn't. Its teeth, its eyes, its skin. Human, but not quite. The creature was in the living room now and edging closer by the second yet Andrew was still too terrified to move, even if it didn't have arms, this creature was the embodiment of terror to Andrew.

Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, shaking. He heard the creature getting ever closer, the sickening sound of it's distorted breathing amplified by the almost pitch darkness. The creature was nearly at andrew, he had one chance to kill it and he wasn't going to waste it.



The creature stepped into the doorway to the stairs, Andrew was hidden just to the left. He swung at fall force, hitting the creature in the chest with the bat. The creature staggered back, then stopped and looked at Andrew, its tiny wild eyes staring into Andrews soul. Andrew felt a deep fear of the creature unlike anything he had ever experienced. The creature then let out a gurgled hiss at Andrew, baring all of its sickening deformed teeth in the process.

The creature kicked Andrew in the gut, winding him. Andrew fell to the floor in pain, unable to breathe. Andrew rolled onto his back and scuffled up against the wall just behind him. The creature watched him until he reached the wall, at which point he walked towards him and looked down at Andrew as if it were judging him, lying there, helpless. The creature stamped on his shin, snapping the bone. Tears began to stream from Andrews eyes, the pain so intense Andrew thought he was going to vomit.

Andrew, now incapacitated, had nowhere to go and no way to fight. The creature placed its foot on Andrews stomach, pressing down, ripping into his flesh with it's long dirty toenails. With the beasts foot now completely inside his stomach, Andrew started to cough blood. Tears streamed down his face. He passed out from the pain, and then passed away. With the creature still loomed over what was by now his bloodied corpse.

The creature descended it's face toward Andrews and then tore away a bloodied piece of flesh from Andrews chin, dislocating one side of his jaw in the process. The creature continued to tear and eviscerate Andrews corpse until everything the creature could stomach had been devoured.

The creature then left... Calmly. Silently. With a pure and deep hatred in its heart. The creature left, the same way it came in.