My Closet Door
The sound of my closet door creaking open woke me up. I glance at the clock at the side of my bed. Seven oâ two blinks back at me. I pull the covers down and crane my neck to look across the room. The door to my closet is opened, just a crack. I shrug and rest my head on my pillow again, deducing that it was just my imagination.
Seconds later, the door creaks again. I sigh and push myself up into a sitting position. I look at my closet, and my pulse quickens. Peeking out from behind the door, is a face drained of any color. It belongs to a girl, but I can only figure that from the long, thin, and stringy hair that hangs limply down her back. Her face is thin and her cheek bones look as if they are going to rip through her flesh.
She has a small, bony finger wrapped around the door handle, and itâs almost as if she is hanging as opposed to standing. She catches my gaze, and her cracked lips move slightly, as if trying to say something, but nothing comes out.
Iâm frozen in my bed, not knowing what to do. I watched as she lets a tiny foot emerge. She takes a cautious step out of the closet before stepping with the other foot. I stare in both wonder and fear as she rests her hands on the floor. She begins to take steps closer to my bed, on all four, like an animal in the wild.
As she comes closer, I shrink back into my pillows, in hopes that they may engulf me. When she manages to reach the end of my bed, she crouches there and grasps the blanket tightly in her frail fingers. She peeks up over the edge, watching me intently.
Then, before I knew what was happening, she changed. He face grew longer, sharper, her teeth now protruding from her mouth in the shape of dangerous fangs. Her limps stretch and become thinner, if that was even possible. Her eyes, which were once dull gray, were now completely black, like an black hole that could suck you in. Her fingernails, that were clutching my blanket, were now long, more like claws than nails.
She pushed herself up, sending her flying onto my bed and directly up to me. Her hands grabbed around the lower portion of my face, covering my mouth. She leaned in close, holding my head in place, as she brought her nose closer to me. She sniffed quickly and immediately began snorting wildly, as if she was an animal who had smelled something foul.
But whatever smell she disagreed with, did not deter her. She opened her mouth in a growl, baring her sharp fang-like teeth. I tried to scream, I tried flailing my limbs in an attempt to break free, but it was all futile. All I remember was her fangs baring closer and closer, before everything went dark and the only sound I could hear is my closet door creaking.
My eyes snapped open when I heard the creaking of my closet door. I glanced over at my clock. Seven oâ one. I watched as the numbers switched. Seven oâ two. Then my closet door creaked again.













