The Screecher

I haven’t told anyone this before… But I’m going to tell you now… I’m petrified of what may happen to me as I’m typing this..It’s watching me from the dark corners of my room, I can feel it slyly gliding around, quick enough for me not to see.. But let me stop myself before I start describing only the scene and not the conflict. It all started with my dreams. I never actually had seen it in living flesh at this point in time. As I would lay in bed, restless, this face… it would disturb my thoughts. This face… It... It has gouged out eyes, blood surrounded the rims of the sockets, razor sharp teeth that could chew through bones along with a sliced in smile that reaches from eye to eye, it’s jaw is almost completely detached from the rest of it’s head, only a few strands of it’s muscle structure keeps it intact. It’s throat is sliced open, baring the fleshy wounds for my eyes to inspect, blood pouring down every now and then… but… that’s only when it screams, before it attacks me. That’s why I call it the Screecher.. I don’t know what exactly it really is, but it sure is the most terrifying thing my eyes have ever witnessed. My dreams are always in the setting of my room, in the middle of the night. It was the same dream every night too.. It would just be looking down at me from the ceiling, head turned backwards, whispering in a raspy tone, “I see you.” The ending was always the same, it screams unbearably loud, and jumps down towards me.. But I never get to see what my fate ends up being. As time progressed, things got worse.. I would see it’s face in any darkened section of my room, looking through me with those lifeless eyes. It began to make me entirely paranoid, so I had put a light in every single part of my room. I couldn’t bare to see his face any longer, it was driving me towards insanity! Finally, for a few weeks, my mind was at peace with the world, no dreams. But this one night was the climax of this whole disaster.. I was set to go to bed, I layed down and closed my eyes, as I was falling asleep, I had heard a tapping coming from the window, it was consecutive, every three seconds, the tapping noise returned. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just the house settling, but then… my bedroom window slammed open, allowing large gusts of wind to enter. I then heard a sick and twisted laugh coming from my right side. I turned to see The Screecher eerily standing beside me, any movement it had made, it’s body would crack. It reached out it’s arm to me, pointing it’s index finger. Instead of the usual whispering, it had screeched “I SEE YOU!”. It then bursted out into a fit of disturbing laughter, and when I had attempted to move away, that’s when all hell broke lose. It immediately grew silent and stared at me for a few moments, then, it attacked me, ripping his razor blade like teeth into my flesh, ripping me apart, digging his nails into my arms to get a grip on me so I couldn’t move. I let out a painful yowl. Surprisingly that had scared it away… or… so I had thought… I’m typing this in my last few moments of living, as I am bleeding out from each wound he has torn into me, to warn you of the existence of The Screecher, so you won’t become it’s next victim… It’s coming back for me now… It won’t be long before it is after you too..