It is the bane of every child's existence.
He comes without warning. He comes without fear. He comes without any seeming reason or purpose. But he comes anyway. And he is to be feared.
I don't know what I did. I don't think I ever will, whether I live or not. He deals out his wrath unconditionally and mercilessly.
"Well," I think to myself, "this is the end."
I could hide under my bed; I still must have enough time to get under my bed, right?
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
It's getting faster now, coming up the stairs... I've got to get to the closet!
Wait... SHIT! It stopped moving! I have to be silen-AH-CHOO!
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
Nonononononono! Gotta get to the closet! Dammit! Pajamas! Why must you be caught on the bed frame?!
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
It's nearing the top of the stairs! I've got to get d-CRASH!
Before I could move, before I could BLINK, I see the horrifying monstrosity.
Its bulky, large body is not like that of other creatures. It seems to be... clear... but I can see its organs, its blood. Thick, red blood, and several organs... which appear to be... block-shaped?
I look at its giant face. Its eyes and mouth stand out in stark contrast to the rest of it; thick, dark fur coating the outlines of its eyes and mouth. It appears to be nose-less.
The beast and I continue to stare at each other, for what feels like hours; finally, its eyes grow to huge sizes... it locks eyes with me, penetrating my soul with its terrifying gaze... and it unleashes its terrible, heart-wrenching roar.