The doorknob clicked.
He held his breath, clenching his fingers around his son’s mouth.
Don’t make a sound.
Those strange footsteps. They sounded distant. From their place under the bed, he couldn’t see any feet or legs.
That was close. Where was she?
A clawed hand ripped down through the bed from above. He screamed. His son was already dead.
A Little Friday horror for you. I think I’m finally getting better at delivering the horror stories over audio. Finally… 🙂