You ran into your room and locked your bedroom door. You couldn’t breath, trying to catch your breath as you hid from your father. Your dad slammed his fist on your door.

You cried, as you held your face. Covering your ears, and tightening your legs to your chest. You thought it was over, once he gets in you’d be hurt badly..

Just till Mr.Crawling, spurred from your closet. Your father screamed at you to unlock your door, as Mr.Crawling looked at you, his anger rising hearing your dad’s irritating voice.

“GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE, BEFORE I RIP DOWN YOUR DOOR!!.” Your father howled, just before Mr.Crawlings tall figure swung open the door. His stance tightened, as you looked at him then your dad’s reaction.

Your dad’s eyes widened, with horror. Before screaming, then trying to run away, before Mr.Crawling gripped his sweater. Before his long thin fingers crossed his eyes blanked with colour.

You ever..lay your fingers on them again..I will rip you into 2 halves..you hear me?..” Mr.Crawlings warned your dad, as you could hear him trembling for help..