I’m running. I don’t know what I’m running from, but there is this fear festering inside me that keeps me going. I’m sprinting down a hallway that doesn’t seem to end. My legs feel as though they are jelly, and even though I feel I can’t run anymore I still continue to run. I finally reach the door at the end of the hallway and I rush to open it. I look through and there is a staircase leading to the basement. I run down them, skipping a couple steps along the way. I run to the corner of the room and hid behind some old, dusty boxes. It feels as if the musty air is suffocating me. I can hear the old floorboards creek above me and I hold my breath, afraid it will hear me.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I hear its heavy footsteps walking slowly down the steps. The noise was accompanied by the rattling of a chain. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I peaked in between the boxes. The monster stands six feet tall. Its large tusks are sticking out of its mouth and it is drooling all over the cement floor. Its skin was green and wrinkled. I could see its small beady eyes darting all over the room, and a chain is wrapped around its leg. Its beady eyes land on me, and they are staring right into my soul. It starts taking long and slow strides toward me and I quickly back up into the corner, terrified. I feel the cold cement wall pressed up against my back and I shiver, both at the cold and the fear that intensifies with each of the beast’s steps. It lifts its grimy hand and tears the boxes down with its long, sharp claws. I stare at its ugly face as it stares down at me, and licks its lips with its long, slimy tongue.
“Found You.”