Dark Night

It's a dark dark night. There's a new moon out, and the only sound comes from the gentle rain patting down on your window. Today was the day your friend stayed over. Deciding you have nothing better to do, you put on a comedy and he suggests you make cookies. You really don't want to, but reluctantly agree and get up and place them on the sheet, set the oven to 350 and set the timer. You get back to the room to find your friend staring at a spot in the wall with his eyes squinted. You pass it off as idiocy.
You start playing the movie and his attention shifts to the screen. About 5 minutes pass by and you hear a loud clang, coming from the hallway. Must have been your cat. Your cat scurries into the room and onto your bed. In a few minutes he falls asleep, as you hear the oven timer go off. You get up and start making your way to the kitchen. CLANG! You freeze in fear. That couldn't have been your cat. Your friend rushed out into the hallway and asks 'Are you ok?' You regain your grip on reality and turn around 'I'm fine'.
You keep heading towards the kitchen, when out of the corner of your eye you see a shadow. You look at the window. You can't tell in anything's there, it's too dark outside. You move close to the window, trying to make out any shapes. CLANG! You suddenly see a face and notice the sounds are coming from the other side of that wall. You call out to your friend who rushes to see what's wrong. CLANG! You both freeze as the window begins to crack. Your eyes fixed, on the pane. CLANG! The window bursts and you run back towards your room as an unholy scream enters the house, echoing through every inch of wall in there. You hear the sound of the wall breaking down. You look back to see a foot, beginning to enter the house. You run into your room, horrified. You barricade your door with whatever you can. You stare at the window thinking of escaping, but you know that thing is probably going to get you.
You remember the crawlspace in your closet. You dart in there and drag your friend along. He's shaking. You open the small door and make your way in there. You still hear the chilling screams that seem to get more and more demonic as they seem to get closer. It begins to feel hot, and you start sweating. You wait in there for what seems like forever. 'It's quiet now.' You whisper to your friend. 'We need to get the fuck out. Now.' He says back. You slowly slide out, back into your closet, turn the knob from the door and peer out. The thing seems to have burned its way into the room by burning an entrance through your barricade. You slowly creep out as your friend follows. You try to escape through the window, but as you touch the frame, your hands burn. You hold back your screams as your eyes fill with tears. You turn around, and even with your now blurry vision, your friend seems to have gone. You panic, and walk to the door, or where it once was. You peer into the hallway to find him standing at the end. You call his name. No response. 'Come one man, we're leaving.' Nothing. You creep towards him, and hit the light switch in the middle of the hall. You notice the smoke coming from his body.
You gently tug him back and he collapses backwards. You gasp as you see him. His eyes have been burned out, along with his torso, which is now devoid of any organs. You fall back and quietly sob. You look up to see his body twitching, and more smoke rising. You hear a hellish scream, just like the one you heard before. 'His car.' you think. Your buddy drove here in his car, and his keys were probably still in his jacket pocket. You quickly sprint towards him as more smoke fills the room. You reach in his pocket when he suddenly moves his arm and takes hold of yours. His mouth opens and deafening screams come forward. His hand burns yours, burns more than anything you've ever felt. You manage to pull away and run bad towards your room. You kick the window out and crawl through, you get a few cuts near your abdomen but you don't really care. You run towards the car which is around front. On your way there you notice a dark figure, with glowing red cracks everywhere. You notice the grass below it is burning, and marks of where it walked, has made the grass singed. You stand there. You don't know what to do. You hear the devilish screams coming from inside your house. It's your friend. You curse under your breath and run towards the figure. At last moment you dive right past it. You turn back to see if it was chasing you. No movement. You rush to the car and unlock the door. You turn the ignition and begin to drive off. You don't know where you're going, but you just drive. As you're driving you remember... you left the damn stove on.
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