Harry's eyes opened. The room was coated in a greasy, dim, Green light from various LED's. He went to move... And couldn't. Paralysed, he tried to make a sound but nothing came out.
Something moved on the bed.
He tried moving again as the thing moved up the bed. Screaming internally he struggled frantically as the thing moved onto his chest. He tried to look down as far as he could. A pair of glowing eyes slowly slid into view. Tears warped the view, and he could feel the thing settling on his chest. It rose up grinning at him...
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Ooh-er! A nice one for Halloween, Jeff. I love the last sentence... more maybe?
Jeff Taylor over 5 years ago
No. No more. It's just for Walpurgis Nacht π
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Itβs a great little timely tale. I really enjoyed it, especially the ending. Made me smile!π
Jeff Taylor over 5 years ago
Thanks Neville. This is why the cats are banned from the bedroom at night π
Jeff Taylor over 5 years ago
Thanks Drew. There's enough night terrors floating around without our two moggies landing on the bed at three in the morning expecting to be cuddled ;)