The Thing Comes

A short flash fiction, won't take long, just enjoy it :)

You've seen one before. Yes, you remember. The shrill of a laugh, that if a succubus just outside your door. The musky smell of death. The thought of the thing sends chills down your spine.

You hear it now too. Just as you had then. It's clomping up the stairs, cackling like a god damn hyena. You know the thing is coming for you, for it is diabolical.

Your door swings open with a woosh as you begin to fear for your life. You see nothing but you know it is here. All at once your greatest fears are realized.

It drools, monstrously over your bed as it climbs aboard your fine linen sheets. It's manacle laughter growing stronger with each movement. It's . . . It's! It's a baby! You begin to break down in tears.

"It's going to eat me!" You squeel. Every single muscle shaking from tensing.

Just then, the closet door opens slowly with a long creek. The baby begins to giggle more.

This is it, this is how it ends.