Somewhere deep within the confusing walls of my mansion. Something lurks within the darkness, feeding upon the emptiness.
Occasionally, it pays a visit. Slowly creeping into my room. Idly it stands those blood red eyes peering into my slumbering soul.
Aura of resonating melancholy paints the room in grief. Its right up my alley of vision, the dark outline of death. Its arms reach out and I struggle in vain.
Desperate perspiration drowns the soft meadow of cotton in drops of cold sweat.
Closer and closer... A stalking tiger drooling over its next catch. Closer and closer.. My heart, a caged bird violently crashing against it's bony prison.
Closer and closer.. every inch of my body pleading to escape impending doom. There was always will.. but no way.
My arms lay dead aside my torso. Closer and closer... until it doesn't keep gaining anymore.
It simply stands slowly swaying left and right. The grimace carved onto its face makes my hair stand at attention.
The longest minutes of my life pass and as if it has lost interest.
It crawls back into the dark.