Thanks! I just Googled a bit about Mothman. Freaky.

I have made a few other monsters in the past, but none that I was quite as satisfied with as this one. This one has real, er, inspiration behind it. Much stronger feels. 

As they close their eyes, they hear a creaking noise coming from the corner.They open their eyes, see nothing, and attribute it to their imagination, or perhaps the house settling. Then again, they hear creaking, accompanied by a sound like cracking knuckles. They cautiously sit up, opening their eyes wide, straining to see in the dark room. Their eyes begin to adjust, but still the corner remains shrouded in darkness.

Then. The shadows shift. They watch the glint on silvery ivory flash down the length of some monstrous appendage as it extends its limbs out of the corner.

First a frighteningly long and thin leg reaches out slowly, joints popping as it settles on the floor. Closer. The silvery bladelike arm scratches a slow curve in the floor. As the creature shifts the rest of its body out of the blackness its head comes into a sliver of light shining through the edges of the shades, and they see its eyes. Solid black orbs blink without lids, and the head tilts toward the child on the bed. It steps closer. The child takes in a long, slow breath. Nothing more than their imagination, they tell themself. A stress-induced nightmare. 

The floor creaks as the monster shuffles nearer.

It raises its terrible hands, scythes of bone and metal and death. The point of the nightmare's right claw touches their neck.

The child stops breathing. Their heart pounds, as if indifferent to the razor-sharp edge poised beneath their chin. They try to still their own heart. 

They tell themself to scream. Their lungs do not obey. Their limbs will not move. They're trapped here. Just as though it were a normal nightmare.

The creature appears to hesitate. Then its claw twitches, and they feel a pinch.

They don't wake up.

They tell themself, again, to scream, to call, to summon the forever safety of their parents. They can't.

And then. And then the monstrous, horrifying, nightmarish, long-legged spindle-armed scythe-handed creature reaches its decision. 

They never screamed. 

Mein Gott. What did I just write. I mean, I think it's good, but. What. 

nugu 

@AW Thanks so much! I actually think you're better then me sooo..
@Everyone, I’m kinda bored, soooo, does anyone have any picturing requests? It’ll just be head to shoulders...and I’d like to do the kind that don’t have character sheets if that’s ok.