As fast as I could I ran toward my home, never looking back for fear that if I did I may see it behind me. Fearing that I might watch as it opens those horrible eyes that rest somewhere within its shadows. Those glowing yellow eyes that pushed fear into my heart and made my soul quiver in fright. The creature I had seen in my mind had come to reality what purpose it had I did not know. It seemed to be attracted to me like it was I who put that wretched object behind that dark pawn shop window. I was panicked, what if the thing came to my home? My breath came out ragged when I finally reached my front steps. I opened the door and ran throughout the house turning on all the lights, as if the light could keep the wicked shape away. When I went into my kitchen I found that my noodles had boiled over and made a mess on the stove and the floor. My hunger forgotten I turned off the stove and ran into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I sat on my bed staring at the door to my bedroom watching and hoping that whatever it was that was after me didn’t find where I lived.

The night drawled on slowly as I sat there staring at my bedroom door. My vigilance didn’t last long as my eyes began to droop. The tiredness I felt seemed unaffected by the brightness of the room in which I sat. As if the sandman had a sick sense of humor, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken in my darkened bedroom. Had I shut off the light before dozing off? I couldn’t remember my mind fuzzy from the sleep I had. A sound drifted to my ears, and jolted me completely awake. There was a light scraping coming from my half open closet. Like claws on wood the sound echoed throughout my dark bedroom. From the darkness of my closet a hand reached out gripping the end of the doorframe. The hand again matched the vile thing sitting in the pawn shop half a city away. I noticed just before madness and terror hit me that it was missing a finger on its dark hand.

“Buy it.” The voice was slightly coarse and filled with a snake-like evil that froze my core and left me whimpering. “Buy it.” Then the eyes opened. Those evil glowing eyes broke what little sanity I had left. I would not let this thing have me on this night. I leapt from my bed and ran to the window throwing myself through it. My body plunged the seventeen floors in a slow motion. Down below I could see the ground the only thing that would save me from my madness. To my horror I began to spin slowly as I plunged toward the sidewalk below till I had turned so that I could see the very window out of which I had leapt. The last thing I remember seeing is the yellow of the creatures eyes whose finger rested in that pawn shop I would never see again.

THE END