The Terror

I feel it breathing on me. Its hot breath vaporizes my neck hairs as its needle teeth just barely prick the sensitive skin. I know it will bite down if I move. I know it doesn’t have eyes, but a muscular body and large jaw. A jaw full of teeth, full of razor blades on my neck just waiting for me to move. I won’t move until it goes away. I am in a dark room, and the only light that shines comes from the crack in the door from where this creature entered. It found me all the way atop an extremely large bureau. It climbed up to wrap its strong mouth around my fragile neck. It intimidates me with its aggressive breathing. I can’t move.

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