Written by: Angel Rodriguez
Edited by: Angel Rodriguez and J.D. Fletcher
A loud shriek fills my ears, as I leap out of bed. It’s still dark. It must be around 6 in the morning. My eyes adjust to the shadows as I stumble through my bedroom. They are open wide as I look around, trying to find my cat; the noise must have been him. He usually makes noises at the most inconvenient times. My hand fumbles on the wall, looking for the light switch. I find it, flip the switch on and turn to look at the doorway. I always leave my door closed while I am sleeping. But the fact that it is open is not what frightens me.
In the entry of my room, there stands a freakish mutant staring back at me. And in its hands, it holds my cat. Its limp body squirms with the last remnants of life. The body of this monster is massive, almost reaching the ceiling, if it weren’t hunching its back. It shares human-like features, but resembles more of a mutated hairless gorilla. It has hair, but only on the top of its head, like a person. Its facial features fairly distinct, yet so scrunched together, I can’t manage to see what expression it holds. With its muscular body, it squeezes my cat in one hand, milking blood out of the lifeless corpse as if it was wringing water out of a wet rag. The face of the creature turns and looks at me. Those eyes, so familiar. Where have I seen them before?
