Click, click

Sharp razor blade fingernails digging into my wrists. Sharp spines,rubbery skin pressing against my body. I was too scared to look into its eyes, too frightened to move an inch under its weight. I wanted to scream as its black, long tongue rubbed against the side of my face. The smelled of rotten and death was suffocating the room . I closed my eyes, hoping that it would disappear as fast as it appeared.

Click, click
The noise rang in my ears again, sounding like nails scratching against a chalkboard. I didn't want to die, at least not without looking at this thing...