I think that this is going to be a short story, something to get me off of my other project. I only have this for now, but when I get a minute(or hour) I'll try to finish it. Jason huddled in his bed,with his back against the headboard. His blankets were pulled up around his chin. He was terrified of the dark.
"Don't come tonight. Don't come tonight," he pleaded quietly in the dark.
The children his age told stories of a monster that came in the of night and ate kids. They nicknamed him "The NightCreeper."
The NightCreeper was a large hooded figure that had long fingers that ended in wicked claws and had a mouthfull of sharp teeth. His skin was leathery and tough.
Jason had been awake since his mom put him to bed an hour ago. Every noise made him jump. An audible pop made Jason pull his sheets over his head.
"Jason," a raspy voice said.
"GO AWAY! YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Jason tried to sound brave, but he didn't even convince himself.
The hooded figure approached the huddled mass of blankets and sheets.
This is all for now, I'll work on more later.
-BHJr-
[This message has been edited by Monolith (edited July 26, 2004).]
[This message has been edited by Monolith (edited July 26, 2004).]
[This message has been edited by Monolith (edited July 26, 2004).]