User talk:Tawntawn the terror

The thing clawed at my door and I couldn't stop crying. Why was I crying so much? I try to push myself deeper into the closet while still grasping the door handle to keep it shut, but this tug-of-war could only last so long. It slams its twisted body into the door and I can hear its sickly cries demanding entry.

"Please stop it!", I beg hysterically, practically quaking with terror. Suddenly it does stop. For a second i'm relieved, but I still remain inside the closet, hand clutching the doorknob to prevent an intrusion. Its stillness unsettles me. I wait and its breathing gets louder, closer to the door. If the door wasn't there I'm sure I would feel its breath fan my face. I imagine its ugly naked body pressed against the other side of the door. Withering and caressing the wooden surface lovingly.

When I hear its voice my body breaks out in goosebumps. Though, i'm not sure they are caused fear or anticipation. The sound of its voice is soft but gravely. Strangely normal, yet otherworldly. Its breathing is heavy in between words as if its out of breath.

"It will.... be ....fun.."

"Wh- what will be fun?" I ask out of confusion, eyebrows scrunched. Yet somehow, I knew the answer would be my undoing. The thing paused as if contemplating the right words. Finally it settled on two.

"..You...Will...."