A short story - "The Unknown"

“The basis of all human fears, he thought. A closed door, slightly ajar.” ― Stephen King

And as the child fell asleep, he heard the door creak open. Sure that it was his mother thinking him to be asleep he opened his eyes in excitement to surprise her.

But he was alone in the dark room, and the door was closed.

The prey was caught in the web.

The child shrugged it off, thinking he only imagined it, and soon tried to get back to sleep. After many tossing and turnings and picturing countless sheeps, the child, as impatient as children are,  figured he may as well count a million of them before falling asleep and gave up on the idea. He felt like going to the bathroom, so he opened his eyes in irritation and started pulling the blanket away. then, suddenly, he stopped and shivered.

Something was watching him in the corner.

The child froze with his eyes as big as an owls and the fading sound of his last breath. He clutched his blanket  up to his chin and pushed himself into the corner of his bed. His terrified eyes couldn't move their gaze from the corner. Seemingly, there was nothing there, but he could feel like there was, something terrible, something unspeakable. He was truly terrified.

The spider started dance his way up to the prey.

In the same corner, a dark cloud started to appear, a shadow, getting bigger and denser each moment, as though it feeds from the moonlight shone around it. The child wanted to scream for help but found that his voice had failed him. His entire body was shaking and he felt his blood pumping as though his body had struggled hard against his mind to try break away and run, but he couldn't run, he couldn't remove his gaze from the shadow, he didn't notice that he lost control over his bladder. The fear that overswept him cannot be conquered.

And as the child sat there on his bed corner, covered all the way up to his chin with a blanket that is half soaked with urine, looking ever so terrified at the growing shadow. He looked deeper.

And when he did, it smiled back at him.

And the spider struck its teeth in the pry flesh.

Author's Note

This is the first short story I ever made... constructive feedback will be much appreciated. Do note that English is not my native language, so if there are any grammar mistakes please inform me and ill fix them.

Have a good day.