The bedroom door had been closed but a few minutes when Corey heard something in the corner. “Haaafffeeerrrahhh,” it wheezed, then “Hoooeeerrrahhh.”
He turned towards his sister’s bed, but couldn’t see her under the covers.
“Angelina . . . Angelina . . .,” he whispered, not wanting the monster or whatever it was, to hear him. There was no reply.
The breathing grew louder and sounded mad. “Haaafffeeerrrahhh
. . . Hoooeeerrrahhh!”
“Mom . . . Mom! Help!” he yelled.
“What is it Honey?” his mother asked, coming into the room.
Still holding the covers tightly around his neck, his eyes wide with fright, Corey nodded towards the corner of the room.
“Over there,” he said, “it’s over there!”
“There’s nothing,” his mom said. “Look.” She walked to the corner, returned and kneeled by his side. “Go back to sleep Hon. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
She kissed him on the forehead and left. He wanted to believe her; he really did, but as soon as the door closed it started again, only louder. “Haaafffeeerrrahhh . . . Hoooeeerrrahhh!”
Corey almost stopped breathing. Before squeezing his eyes shut, he saw a large swirling shadow in the corner. It was spinning like a top and was bigger than a giant bear. “Haaafffeeerrrahhh . . . Hoooeeerrrahhh!” it hissed. It didn’t have eyes, but he knew it was looking right at him.
“Dad . . . Dad! Help!” he screamed and started to cry.
“What is it son?” his father said, opening the door and turning on the light.