Short Horror Stories

Sleep...

I watch in fear as he crawls closer toward me, that blood-red mouth of his morphed into a wide grin. He observes me with wild yellow eyes, licking his lips hungrily.

I'm trapped. I quickly pull my blanket over my head, and sit, waiting in silence in the dark. In a split second, the blanket is torn out of my trembling hands, and I see him, in the far corner of the room, facing the wall. He rapidly spins around, growling behind that foolish smile. He's looking at my ceiling, always, and approaches me on all fours, in a slinky way.

I close my eyes for a split second, hoping that this is a dream. I reopen them, only to find him behind me on the stack of pillows, breathing down my neck. "Go to sleep, friend," he whispers, voice raspy and emotionless.