Writing Prompt

I can hear the footsteps on the creaking floorboards. Softly, slowly, as though they don’t want to be heard. Careful through the night. We all heard him though, Mr. Tiddles, me, and Buzz. We all know he is in the house.

He may have been quiet but I had been stargazing through the gap in my curtain with Mr. Tiddles when I saw him jump our fence.

Step after step I can hear his every movement. On t...

Lila panted as she ran through the forest, her normally silky skin was now scratched and rough. It seemed as if the underbrush was grabbing at her legs, forcing her to stay in this wretched place. The sound was drawing closer as she panted exhaustedly from her fleeing her pursuer. Then it went dead silent... A crow’s caw shattered through the deafening silence. BANG. Lila lay on the ground a pool ...

It was over. It had to be over. I sat by the old oak tree, the one with the initials craved into it. I rocked back and forth, trying to come to grips with what had happened. They were all gone. Only I was left.

How could the had happen? The day had started normal, even dull. We had planned to go for a walk in the woods, have a few beers, and just generally goof off. The walk was just a th...

My hands felt through the thick darkness like the tentacles of a distressed octopus, the cold midnight air brushed the tips of my fingers and traveled through my bones to my spine making me jitter with fear. My frightened digits met the hard bark of a tree,

I slumped up against it tenderly, allowing the warmth of the presence of another living organism to course through my veins. As I stroked the ...

As the car pulled up, I parked in our usual spot and took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air before rolling up the window. Looking behind me I see my little girl laying with her head against the window and her mouth open, drool all over her chin. Wanting to let her get a bit more rest, I opened the car door and looked around. We took a vacation at my parent’s cabin every few months, it was a ...

It’s so dark and damp. My chest is tight and my feet are shredded from the brambles. I’m trying to be as silent as I can. I don’t want it to notice me.

It woke me up. Streaking its hands down my window. On the third floor. I’m sure it would’ve scratched if it had claws, but it doesn’t even have skin. Or eyes. It still saw me though. It still chased me.

I can hear it above me- there is ragged b...

I crouched in the brush, my back against a large tree hiding me from the hiking trail. My pulse pounded in my ears, my chest heaved with gasps, and my body quivered with adrenaline and terror as the strains of the song “Happy” filtered faintly through the stillness of the forest.

A bead of sweat trickled maddeningly down my temple. I raised a shaky hand and smeared it into my hair as I tried to ...