"Day 6"

Red eyes rest over a bedframe, leering upon those who rest.

He who lays upon his bed is watched from close by

The creature slips and slides round the floorboards pacing.

The mans breath fogs the room, showing its cold.

The creature stalks from the walls its fingers extending over the bed in the moonlight.

Silence falls over the room; interrupted by the hunger of a creature.

The man wakes to see a distorted hand reaching nearby.

He jumps up and across the room staring at the wall.

A black shadow glides across the ground in front of the moonlit window

The light shines upon the creature revealing its horror.

Its body unnatural, like a corpse woven with branches and vines.

Eyes empty with red lit irises, its mouth wrong and in a smile.

The man steps to the side, the creature mimics his actions.

The creature stands still as if paused.

The man runs close to the door.

The creature is quicker now in front of the door using its deep red sockets to collect man’s gaze.

The man looks closer at the living rot between him and escape and he tries to scream.

Empty screams fail to release his throat, the creature now in front of him.

A tear begins to form as the mans fear bubbles over.

The creature begins to frown and its branch, like weaves, begins to pulse.

The light from the window now fully envelopes the creature

The man looks on in horror as the creature raises its hand up.

The creature observes the man drop to the ground putting his hands in the air.

The mans hand touches the creature, he recognizes it and screams.

The walls begin to vibrate, the bed melts into the ground.

The floors fade away and the moon becomes brighter.

The man stands alone in a bathroom looking into the mirror.

He looks down at his hands, flexing them and looking at his skin.

He sighs and begins to speak.

“Day 6”

The man takes out the trash and looks upon his neighbor grabbing the paper.

The neighbor looks up and makes a disgusted face.

The man looks on him confusingly.

“Can I help you or something? Oh, and tell your kids to stop walking in my garden. Little pricks keep stepping on my Lillies.”

The man drops a frown as the neighbor walks away, he then mutters as his eyes flash red.

“Sure, thing neighbor, see you tomorrow.”

The creature scratches the neighbor’s address into his arm, watching his finger turn a wooden brown hue.

It smiles slightly distorted.

“See you tomorrow, Day 7.”