Fear surged through my body, tangling itself in the coils of my nervous system.  My heart was in my throat, threatening to explode and tear through the tender flesh of my gullet.  I could hear the scraping on the bathroom door from where I crouched – coiled behind the glass door of the shower, spying through the warped pane at the generic bathroom door.

Shadows were dancing across the aqua walls and the white tiles of my bathroom, twisting the reality, and branding horrific images in my head. I could die here, alone in my bathroom. Everything I had done wrong in my life flashed across my eyes, slashing scores in my tainted vision.

I didn't want to face the reality of my situation, and the fact that it was something with cruel and twisted intentions that brought the creature here.  The thing I had done did not deserve such a terrifying sentence as the ones my friends had faced.

I had to face the fact that I would just be another one of the lambs lead to the slaughter. I would die here, alone and cowering in a shower, waiting for the inevitable.  I could see my eyes in the clouded reflection of the glass.  Blood dribbled from my chin as a small cut on my lip yawned and spluttered the dark red fluid.

The scraping on the door became frantic as the blood dripped onto my black sweatpants, splattered with paint that matched many of the walls in the house.  I wanted it to stop; all the fear in my head, my throbbing chest and the spasms of anxiety that ran its blazing fingers up my spine.  I couldn't feel anything but fear, not even the cold tile that lined the shower.

The door was shuddering with the force of the creature on the other side as the stench of tar and blood hung in the air.  I could see something black and bubbly discharge creeping beneath the door, sinking into the crevasses of the tile, creeping closer by the second.

The door split down the center, screaming with the give and the hinges gave.  Pieces of the false wood and meal flew about the room, sticking in the discharge, and smashing into my bathroom mirror.  The lights snapped out as the bulbs snapped and fizzled in the brass sockets.  I flinched back with an involuntary scream of horror as the brass doorknob smashed into the glass I cowered behind.  Never had I heard such a mournful, horrified, blood curdling scream as the one that ripped through my throat.

Through the spider web of cracks in the glass I saw it... the creature.  It's body was shaped of that of a man, distorted in various places, ooze coating his body, making him appear to be nothing but a mass of dark fear and the black ooze, he only thing that illuminated the room was his eyes, acid yellow and pulsing with malice; digging into my skull within the void...