My imagination is churning fleshy kaleidoscopic sketches of what form stands behind my door.
The body of the monster seems heavy and unstable, like there are too few legs to support its body.
It seems the thing is struggling to breathe.
I'm sitting in the furthest reaches of my room, with my head craned at full the length of my neck. Staring agonisingly at the door.
The smell is indescribable, and chemical like fresh bath water. Not like nature.
The sound it was making was like a howling, only broken up into shorter sharper bounces.
The door opening stopped my lungs.
There it stood, bare pale skin, flat slab like feet. Hairless face and arms, and wrapped in bed cloth.
It swung it's fat limbs towards me, stood on its hind leg. Bared it's teeth grotesquely before grabbing my tail, and yanking me upwards.
It is agony to be hung by your tail. I shrieked and shrieked.
Ah well, now I'm outside in the rubbish eating cereal boxes again.
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