They don’t see me, never hear me. I peer out through holes in the floorboards and cracks in the walls. Watch them. Listen to their strange sounds.
There are two big ones and two small ones. I practice making a doll that looks like the littlest of them. It is difficult with my twisted hands. I persevere until the resemblance is perfect.
I slip out through the closet one night and swap them. The tiny, warm creature wriggles. I eat the noise it makes.
Morning breaks. One of the large ones leans over the bed.
Its screaming makes me shiver.
Christopher almost 7 years ago
Very creepy, Chris. Great job.
Chris Walker almost 7 years ago
Thanks for your very kind words.
Olga Klezovitch almost 7 years ago
Well done Drabble!
Iarwain Olofsson almost 7 years ago
Hoo! Leaves pretty much space for imagination. I like it.
Ricky Moore almost 7 years ago