Short stories

The Boy

Somewhere close by

A boy sits focusing hard on the games he plays sat in his room alone, unaware of the fate that is coming for him

Through the window the moon has risen, the light shining around his curtains. His attention is solely focused on the game as unknown to him a creature enters his garden sliding over the fence around it as though it wasn't there

Focused on the window of the room it slowly and silently begins to climb up the wall toward this window intent on the oblivious prey that waits within the walls

The boy left the room, the creature watched seeing it's opportunity

In through the open window it quickly slipped hiding in the shadows underneath the boys desk, after all the creature was made from shadows

It waited watching as he sat on his phone, the opportunity was nearing.

The creature was ready

Tucked deep beneath the covers of his bed as sleep drew near so did the creature, it was hungry.

The time passed and the boy slowly slipped into sleep giving the creature the opportunity it had been waiting for

From within the shadows it grew and grew, larger and larger until it was a huge looming figure above its prey

The feast had begun

A single scream quickly cut off by a darkened claw as the boy fell victim to the creatures appetite, a long wait was worth the reward

The boys life gone and his body consumed the creature retreated from the room through the window and back over the fence

Through the streets it prowled in search of its next victim, a meal worthy of the wait again

It's coming for you