Maybe it wont see me--Brandon M.

Maybe it wont see me if I stand here, motionless. I slow my breathing, taking small quiet breaths as to not alert this, this thing in front of me. I clench and grind my teeth to keep in my pathetic whimpers. I'm on the verge of tears. My back is against the wall as I stare outside my bedroom window. This man, this creature, this thing is looking straight at me. Completely still. Whatever this creature was, it was humanoid in nature. I was only able to see the top half of it's face. The bottom half was shrouded completely in darkness. It had its eyelids peeled all the way back, tight, to reveal it's eyes. It's eyes? I dont know what they were. They were White? Black? No. It was much different then that. It was like there was an absent of anything there. Like they were empty, hungering, sucking in the life and light that is all around it. But I knew there was something there. I can feel it. It's digging straight through my eyes into the back of my head and I know it sees me. It knows if I simply move or run for the phone or do anything to take my eyes off this monstrosity it has me. As if amused by my realization of this it took a couple more steps towards the window, pressing it's nose against it, as if it wanted me to see what it was. To see it's whole... face. It had a mouth like any other human would, but it's mouth was different. It sort of just hung there. It's bottom jaw seemed to be unhinged from the rest of the mouth, swaying loosely, held by loose pale skin. It had teeth. Teeth like you would find on a dog. Sharp, pointy. Almost canine like. Condensation began to form on the window, covering it's mouth, but I can see the thing began to smile. I can see it's cheeks raise, the muscles tensing up. It knows it has me. I know it has me. I keep staring at it, to maybe the point where I can delay the inevitable. What time is it? Maybe I can keep it there, keep staring at it until sunrise. Maybe someone will spot it as the sun raises and people in the neighborhood begin to wake up. I can't check the time. I cant do a quick glance to check the alarm clock. If I take a my eyes off of it for any second it will come for me. I try to remember what time I came into the bedroom. I frantically try remember all the little details. I need to know how long until sunrise. I let out a deep, lengthened breath in realization. I remember... it's 1 AM. 5 hours I have to keep this up. My eyes are getting heavy, my yawns are getting heavy. Sleep is slowly embracing my body. No. I need to stay awake. People rely on me and I need to stay awake. The monstrosity seems to sense that I was failing, slowly falling into the clutches of sleep. It is ready in anticipation. It raises it's arm and touches the window pane. The hand is absolutely filthy, completely pale with a ghastly yellow that engulfs it's fingernails. The hand is covered in a crimson red, covered in blood, as if it had just come back from a previous kill. Oh, no. My eyes are getting heavier and heavier. My will to go on is slowly being sucked out of me. Darkness. No. I snap awake and quickly glance at the window. The thing wasn't there. All that was left was a glistening red hand print and the slowly fading condensation. Shit. I only closed my eyes for a few seconds. I knew what I have just done. I just lay back in the bed and stare at the ceiling, taking in the fine specs of detail. It's now coming for me and there is nothing I can do. I can hear the back door handle rattling. Click. The lock has just clicked and the door slowly creaks open. Shuffling in the hall way. Slowly. A scrape and then a thump. Scrape, thump. Scrape, thump. I continue to look at the ceiling, wondering about all the things I'll miss. Scrape, thump. The daughters I haven't seen in years, grow up. Scrape, thump. The job that I'll miss. Scrape, thump. The friends who have had my back for so long. Scrape, thump. The life I will never get to live. Scrape, thump. The sound stopped. It was right outside my door. I slowly turn my head and glance at it. The door creaks open and I see hand enter the room, smearing it's bloody hand print on the back of it as it enters. It's head slowly pears in. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. It sees me.