Creak Creative Writing

He apologizes for being slow to opening the door, and explains that he was napping, but he opens the door to find no one there, but only darkness.

* When they went round to the back porch they saw a shadow and ran away. As they were running they heard a shotgun go

“Something 's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. Now here 's another and another one and another one. They look like tentacles to me ... I can see the thing 's body now. It 's large, large as a bear. It glistens like wet leather. But that face, it... it ... ladies and gentlemen, it 's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it, it 's so awful. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is kind of V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate"(Eidenmuller). During the golden age of radio, many people tuned their radios to the Sunday night Halloween eve radiobroadcast of Orson Welles’ adaptation of the War of the Worlds. As the sun was setting and the moon

The Child Journal Entry #1 She, (It) Appeared out of thin air, mantled in a rancid essence one might, mistake for a rotting body and covered in a black semi-fluid with the consistency of molasses. It stood there with no sign of mortality, with fluid dripping off of its body onto the floor around it. Its head was tilted at a one-eighty degree angle, its arms bent in an unhuman-like manner, and its legs merged halfway into the floor, but was still able to move at a velocity no one could outrun. Ten years spent with this thing, underestimating its penetrating power, hoping one day she could control it.

the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard and a convulsive motion

I can hear him now as he moves about above me and at such a late hour; loud bangs and low groans sometimes accompany his movements. If I was not so fearful of him, I would march to his chambers and damn the consequences. Alas, though I am not brave nor reckless. I am but a man plagued with doubt, insecurities and dare I say again, fear.

“Avery!” She yells it again louder than before, after a while we heard something, at first I just thought it was a animal, but we heard the sound again.

Strangely enough his old friend who, mind you, is supposed to be deceased. He steps away, fearful of what he’s about to see. Again he looks into the knocker, but this time sees nothing out of the ordinary. Entering his house he sees nothing wrong, just a couple of sounds. Later he’s about to go to sleep when he is awoken by a strange scraping sound that he fears but won’t show it.

Turning, picking himself back up, he stared down to the foot of the stairs. Something was moving. Not an object or any person of materiel but that of a light shadow, swaying side to side and gaining size through the threshold with every second that slipped silently by.

The bed started to rumble. He started to get freaked out! He saw a long tail getting out of his bed. Then a monster started to come out of under his bed.

‘”So only he saw the lump of shadow that clung the Ged, tearing at his flesh. It was like a black beast, the size of a young child, … and it had no head or face, only the four taloned paws with which it gripped and tore’”(Le Guin, 67).

A disturbingly ugly blob of chunky orange and red sphere covered in sustenance bent in offensive directions which would induce screams of agony for any who were forced into the position was laid before me. A larger figure than before leaned over the beast as the monster lay there. Then, the figure left the enclosure and only the curled up giant, behemoth, the shiny coat, and I were

The Thing in the coffin writhed; and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lips. The body shook and quivered and twisted in wild contortions; the sharp white teeth clamped together till the lips were cut and the mouth was smeared with crimson foam.

To illustrate, "I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyTHees they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,

Not much could be clearly seen, except for the vicious outline of the being that seemed to snarl and twist into several devious horns and spikes, each pointed up; beckoning for someone or something to stand in its way.