My Room

Open the door. There can't be anything there behind it. No, it's not possible. I'm home alone. Yet I hear them devouring each other, crawling over one another, howling for me to become one with them. To join their ranks. They've no one set form. They are just how you want them to be. Grab the handle damn it! It's the only way to be rid of them for an hour at least. I feel their eyeless sockets on the door. They know I am there. Quieter than before they wait and creep around toward me. It's now or never, I must act quick and reach the switch before they reach me. Fingers wrapped tight around the handle, knuckles white drained of blood. Just throw open the door, you can do it. I feel them pawing the handle with their grafted, gnarled hands. Heart beating so loud I know they can hear it, licking their gray lips with dried tongues. Jaws opening as if broken before. Jagged teeth dripping form the feast of their own they'd had a minute ago. Take a deep breath. I jerk open the door. Banshees howling, they are at the steps climbing up. Raking the floor with yellowed nails, jaws gaping up at me. Come on, hit the switch. Throw my hand out but it doesn't feel like mine. I find the switch and turn the lights on. Nothing. For now. So I take an unsure step. And start down the stairs. On my way. To my death. To my room.