Sillouette in the Dark

 A/N: Another short story that has been sitting in my files until now. I'm planning on making multiple parts to this, in fact, I'm actually working on part two right now. So that should be out pretty soon. I hope you like it!

CRASH. The loud noise startles you and you quickly raise your head from the pillow. You check the alarm clock next to your bed. Two twelve a.m. What could possibly be making that much noise at such an early hour? You think about getting up to investigate, but you figure it’s probably nothing. Resting your head down and slowly closing your eyes you catch a glimpse of a shadow. A long thin silhouette with flowing hair and a terrifying grin. That was all you could catch of it. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut you reassure yourself it is nothing. You’re tired and imagining things. You try to fall back asleep but the thoughts of the shadow and the noise rush through your mind. You stare at the ceiling for what seems like a lifetime and then look back at your clock. Three o'clock. Surely it’s been longer than that. It couldn’t have been less than a hour. However, your clock is probably right. No use in doubting it. You decide sitting in bed wont help anything. Shoving the covers off of you, you get out of bed. You’re going to find out what that thing was and what caused the noise.

Rubbing your eyes you feel around for your glasses. “Found ‘em,” you mutter to yourself as your hands touch the cold metal of the frames. Now able to see clearly you head over to the light switch. Your hand just about to flip them on with a thought hits you. Maybe it would be best to keep them off, as eerie as it is, you’ll probably have a better chance of seeing…it. Mustering up your courage you wander through your house with hawk eyes, looking for any sudden movement. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You feel like giving up and giving sleep a try again. You make your way up to your bedroom, relieved and a little disappointed. Crawling back into bed you sigh. It was just your imagination. There was nothing supernatural going on. Nothing had fallen to the floor, and nothing caused it. It was all your imagination. Tired, you let out a yawn, hoping to get another two hours of sleep at least. You don’t want to sleep in too late, however. So you set your alarm clock to six in the morning. You think this is decent, giving you the two hours you wanted. Reaching out to set the alarm something stops you. You are staring into deep red eyes.

You let out a scream. It was the silhouette you had seen earlier, you were sure of it. It was boney and frail. It’s piranha grin gleamed at you. Up close you could see other features of it, including its tongue, long and thin just like the rest of its body. It curled up at the tip and hung out of its mouth. Its eyes wide and circular, flooded with a candy red. Tiny, white, feline like pupils sat in the middle of each eye. The pair of eyes stared back at you. You don't know what to say. You are absolutely speechless. You manage to stutter an incoherent sentence. Not even you know what your were trying to communicate. The figure sat there, the same face. The wide eyes and large grin. Before you could try and say anything else, it opened its mouth. Revealing rows after rows of large, sharp, decaying teeth. “Hello,” it hisses.