Death

I waited silently, not daring to move, not even breath. I crouched behind the door, curling myself into the smallest shape possible, hoping I would not be found, outside, the floor boards groaned in protest as the creature stalked ever closer towards me. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, which was threatening to choke me. I waited. I could smell the horrid smell of the creature.
My eyes stung with fear and the uncertainty of which was yet to come. The creature could not see me but somehow had known my presence, as I knew its. My whole body was trembling. I hated to even know what it was thinking. I attempted to glance past the door, but failed when a bony hand grabbed my face. I screamed in shock. I was being thrown across the room, attacks coming from every side of my delicate body. I heard several cracks from my arms and legs, pain shooting through my spine. My horrid nightmare had come true, being eaten alive. I lay on the floor half conscious as sharp stabs of pain shoot up the side of my leg. I pull my self up to a sitting position and stare in horror as the creature tears flesh from my calf muscle. I scream and scream. Chocking on my own spew as blood pours everywhere soaked up my clothes.
Things around me start to become fuzzy. My eyes roll back into my head multiple times until I took my last breath. I hit the floor with a thud, so slow, Blood spraying onto my skin. Faintly I see the figure of the animal move over to my neck and bite onto my face. I hear a woman scream. I’ve heard it somewhere before, when I was born.