The Ripper

My parents are saying I'm having nighmares. That just might be so. But I don't know what explains the scratches all around my room... My parents say it's because of the old house. It's only 50 years though. Maybe they're trying to hide their fear. But it doesn't matter... I know there's something that watches me. Everynight... I feel best to write about this. Maybe anyone else have seen such the creature? I don't know... I just know I need to write about it... As if I'd go insane... I'm already almost to that point... Here goes...

Me and my family had moved from New York after that bomb incident. I don't know how people could stand the horror. My uncle was killed in one of those planes. Everyone was scared. So my parents decided to move out the state. My uncle was weird. He would always draw a creature as if the arms and legs were of a spider. But completely human like. It was always skinny. Showing the ribs and all, it's guts were even showing. It's head was bald and it's eye sockets were empty except what looked like black whisp of shadows swirling around. You could've seen tiny red dots if you looked really close... It's nose well... It was flat. It's teeth were crooked and a bit sharp. My uncle didn't always draw like that. He used too draw wonderful art of the New York City lights, plus many more gorgeous landscapes, such as forest and meadows. Even a park or a desert. I could stare at them for hours upon hours. But a year before the bomb incident... He was... Terribly different. He would always stare off into the distance. If he wasn't doing that, he was always drawing that creature... I couldn't tell if I feared it... Pitied it... Or plain out both... I just know I hope I never meet it. I always heard my uncle muttering "It's coming... It's coming... You soon will be next..." I didn't believe him. I thought he just was plain out crazy. But I asked everyone I could in the family and asked how he got like that... Everyone said "I'm just as much clueless as you are." Until I asked his wife... She lived around the country part of New York. She told me that during the night, they saw a creature of what I described earlier. Except she said that it was making a sound as if it was underwater, choking, and a blood-curdling hiss at the same time. She said it was at a corner of the room. Just near a window. The window was open, guessing it had came through it. It would just sit crouched over. She shook her husband awake. That was when the creature just started to crawl slowly over to their bed, just like a spider would. She didn't dare turn the light on. Not even look away or say a word. Not that she could anyways. When her husband was up, the creature was peeping over the end of the bed. It seemed as if everything was darkened out, except for those eyes. "Who are you?" Her husband stuttered. The creature just pointed at him and said "The Ripper." It said it so devishly that it mae her scream. The Ripper just hopped onto him and just stared deep into his eyes. She couldn't hear her husband breathing. He wouldn't even move. "Soon, very soon..." Was all the ripper said before it sped out of the window. Her husband rushed out to the window but when he looked out. All he could see was a house. When her husband looked at her she was crying. He went over to comfort her. She soon fell asleep in his arms. But when she woke up. He was gone. There was only a note left. When she grabbed it and looked through, she just dropped it... And just muttered what the simple note said: I must leave you, so you can be safe, remember. I love you. That's all she had to say.

When I went back to my uncle, he said he got a job. The whole family was happy for him. Not only did this mean he'd get good pay, but maybe he could straighten things out. But after 7 moths. Things turned out to still be the same.

A month has passed by since the bomb explosion. Tonight, I just might see that creature.

I woke up to a sound of scraping. I woke up and looked around. My door was open, just as usual. But this time, completely opened... I heard more scratching, it was coming from the ceiling. I looked up an saw it. The ripper. I was frozen, hypnotized by it's eyes. It was dark. But the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling showed those black whisp swirling in the eye sockets. Those piercing red dots. Just digging deep into your soul. All I could do was stare. After what seemed to be hours. It started crawling down the wall. All I could do was stare. I couldn't move, I couldn't even think or breathe. That creature just kept crawling toward me like a spider. It's limbs were as if they weren't dislocated. Before long. It was at the end of my bed. It pointed one of it's scrawning long fingers at me and said "Soon... Very soon."