BOB

Andrew woke up with a start, he knew what had happened and his heart 
sank, the sound of the glass shattering downstairs had done the same to 
his nerves. It had come in. After weeks of watching and stalking
him the
 creature had finally decided to break in. The patio doors, made 
completely of glass, provided it with the perfect entrance.
Andrew laid there in bed, in the blackness only illuminated by 
the small amount of clear light that the moon provided through the space
 between the curtains. He listened for The Creature, listened to see if 
it was inside, secretly praying that everything would be silent. The 
terrifying cracking of glass under its feet confirmed his worst fear, it
 had finally made its way into his home.
With this crushing realisation Andrew, now shaking, grabbed his 
titanium baseball bat and crept downstairs deeper into the darkness, 
determined to confront this thing once and for all, secretly hoping 
though, that it would run away when it saw him as it normally did. 
Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening. At first all he 
heard was the cracking of glass under The Creatures feet, then, for the 
first time, Andrew heard The Creature, breathing heavily as if its 
throat was blocked by phlegm. The hideous creature snarled and clicked, 
gradually getting closer to Andrew.
Now out of the kitchen, the creature was finally off of the 
glass. It walked almost silently now, strangely more agile than it 
looked, especially considering how clumsily it ran away. Andrew realised
 what he had to do. He grasped his weapon tighter and... Froze, unable 
to move. He knew he needed to attack it but he just couldn't. Its teeth,
 its eyes, its skin. Human, but not quite. The Creature was in the 
living room now and edging closer by the second yet Andrew was still too
 terrified to move, even if it didn't have arms, this Creature was the 
embodiment of terror to Andrew.
Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, shaking. He heard The 
Creature getting ever closer, the sickening sound of its distorted 
breathing amplified by the almost pitch darkness. The Creature was 
nearly at Andrew, he had one chance to kill it and he wasn't going to 
waste it.
The Creature stepped into the doorway to the stairs, Andrew was 
hidden just to the left. He swung at fall force, hitting The Creature in
 the chest with the bat. The Creature staggered back, then stopped and 
looked at Andrew, its tiny wild eyes staring into Andrews soul. Andrew 
felt a deep fear of The Creature unlike anything he had ever 
experienced. The Creature then let out a gurgled hiss at Andrew, baring 
all of its sickening deformed teeth in the process.
The Creature kicked Andrew in the gut, winding him. Andrew fell 
to the floor in pain, unable to breathe. Andrew rolled onto his back and
 scuffled up against the wall just behind him. The Creature watched him 
until he reached the wall, at which point it walked towards him and 
looked down at Andrew as if it were judging him, lying there, helpless. 
The Creature stamped on his shin, snapping the bone. Tears began to 
stream from Andrews eyes, the pain so intense Andrew thought he was 
going to vomit.
Andrew, now incapacitated, had nowhere to go and no way to fight.
 The Creature placed its foot on Andrews stomach, pressing down, ripping
 into his flesh with its long dirty toenails. With The Creature's foot 
now completely inside his stomach, Andrew started to cough blood. Tears 
streamed down his face. He passed out from the pain, and then passed 
away. The Creature loomed over what was by now his bloody corpse. The 
creature descended its face toward Andrews and then tore away a bloody 
piece of flesh from Andrews chin, dislocating one side of his jaw in the
 process. The creature continued to tear and eviscerate Andrew's corpse 
until everything the creature could stomach had been devoured. The 
Creature then left... Calmly. Silently. With a pure and deep hatred in 
its heart. The Creature left, the same way it came in, through the 
broken patio doors...