Post by wordy on Oct 5, 2009 23:28:26 GMT 10
Title:Hiding In The Cupboard
Rating: PG13 (scary?)
Prompt: #12 Behind Closed Doors
Summary: I blame renegade and the ladies on chat. Also, let's pretend that giraffes have hands >__>
And if I have nightmares tonight, it's renegade's fault
Roger was in bed, silk sheets pulled up to his chin. His bedroom was cloaked in darkness, not even a sliver of the moon showing through the cloudy night sky.
It was not the dark that frightened him, though. It was something else, something much worse.
His eyes never left the cupboard in the corner. If he took his eyes away for a moment...
Panic was starting to creep over him now, sweat appearing on his pale face: he couldn't do this, couldn't stay in this room any longer! He tore his eyes away from the cupboard, squeezing them shut, praying that it would go away.
When he opened his eyes...it was sitting on the end of his bed. Now Roger really was frozen in place. Harold sat there, staring at him with psychotic eyes. In the giraffe's hand was a long silver knife that glinted in the darkness. Roger's eyes glanced toward the door, toward escape...
When he looked back at the end of his bed, he saw that Harold - the crazy eyed, killer giraffe - had moved closer toward him, almost sitting on top of his feet that were tucked under the covers.
Roger screamed.
Rating: PG13 (scary?)
Prompt: #12 Behind Closed Doors
Summary: I blame renegade and the ladies on chat. Also, let's pretend that giraffes have hands >__>
And if I have nightmares tonight, it's renegade's fault
Roger was in bed, silk sheets pulled up to his chin. His bedroom was cloaked in darkness, not even a sliver of the moon showing through the cloudy night sky.
It was not the dark that frightened him, though. It was something else, something much worse.
His eyes never left the cupboard in the corner. If he took his eyes away for a moment...
Panic was starting to creep over him now, sweat appearing on his pale face: he couldn't do this, couldn't stay in this room any longer! He tore his eyes away from the cupboard, squeezing them shut, praying that it would go away.
When he opened his eyes...it was sitting on the end of his bed. Now Roger really was frozen in place. Harold sat there, staring at him with psychotic eyes. In the giraffe's hand was a long silver knife that glinted in the darkness. Roger's eyes glanced toward the door, toward escape...
When he looked back at the end of his bed, he saw that Harold - the crazy eyed, killer giraffe - had moved closer toward him, almost sitting on top of his feet that were tucked under the covers.
Roger screamed.
