“She had dialed countless numbers on the rotary telephone
Hoping it’ll reach to someone, at least the neighbors, or Remington.
She was hysterical, this thing had entered her home, what was worst is that her family was out, and wasn’t coming back until 10 PM.
Trying to soothe her breathing, as it was fast paced, and would perhaps catch the attention of this “thing” she never caught sight of.
The room was filled with nothing but the ringing of the Telephone, impatient and afraid, August looked to the telephone, ready to dial another number.
Then a creak of the floorboards grew louder, the thumping of August’s heart only grew harder, she was sure her chest would explode, the ringing of never ending silence in her ears, and her breathing choked by the stain of never ending fear.
Before gathering courage to dial a number, she looked to the corner of her eye, took her hand, and wiped the droplet of tears away as it had blurred her vision, nevertheless more tears welled up and fell down her cheek.
The sight...It was horrific
The most terrifying thing anyone or anything can witness
a inky monster with the skeletal head of a bird, it’s eyes swirling with such eye-blinding color
The eyes had reminded August of....
T h e d i r e c t o r o f t h a t s h o w”