The Lady of the Night

Micheal opened his eyes, his heart pounding. The nightmare... All he could think about was that. He was soaked in a cold sweat, his clothes stuck to his stomach. He checked his clock, and saw the time, 1:07. His parents wouldn't be back until 7:00 a.m. 6 hours.....Six hours. He swooped his legs over the bed and stood, a great yawn passing through his life. He walked his way down to the kitchen, a good cup of ice water on his plan.
He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and walked over to the refrigerator were he dug for the ice cubes in the freezer part. He plucked the cubes into his cup and gathered the cold water from his sink. He took a sip, and suddenly, a soft moan, almost like a tiny roar, echoing down the hallway caused Micheal to drop his glass, which shattered into small pieces.
The house was new, only six months old, so there shouldn't of been a creak or wind, as the morning was calm. The moan repeated itself. Micheal, ignoring the glass scattered on the floor, crept over to the hallway. Keeping his back against the wall next to the entrance, he peered around the corner, and in the night, saw hands gripping the doorway to the parent's bedroom. Another moan, but it sounded inhuman, and somewhat female. He saw the hands heaving whatever was attached to them into the hallway, and Micheal darted his head back behind the corner.
This time, the moan was a roar. Suddenly, without warning, it shot it's head around the corner, and stared at Micheal, as if studying him. It resembled the Greek cryptid Medusa, but much more freaky-looking. It's hair was tendrils, which waved in every direction. It's face was a shade of green that made it appear as if it had rotted. It's eyes were huge, and were a solid, creamy white. It's mouth appeared to like it had once been stitched, with long scars etched in the skin. It's teeth were sharp and razory, and moved in a circle as if they were saw blades. But it wore a black, dazzling dress that made it seem even more nightmarish to him.
Micheal screamed, and hurried away from the wall. He raced to for the back door, and it roared in what seemed rage and hovered, actually levitating off the ground, and followed him. He opened the back door and slammed the door on it, but that made it even angrier, didn't even effect it. He raced out into the road, and a warm light rained on him. He looked up to see headlights two feet infront of him. His mind swelled black, feeling a long, sharp pain and he went unconscious.
When he awoke, he was in a warm, comfy bed. The doctors eyes widened when his did. They told him what had happened and that his parents were in the waiting room. He had shattered his ribs and broke his collar bone, so he would have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days until they could treat him.
Micheal tried to explain the woman he'd seen that night. After he'd finished, the doctor had told him it had probably just been a nightmare, and it had illuminated into his mind to make him think he saw it.
Micheal felt that was probably what it was. That night, when he was about to fall asleep, he heard it. It's soft moan.
Micheal would die within five days due to a mishap in his operation. But everynight before his death, he would hear her, The Lady of the Night, he'd decided to call her, softly growling and moaning at the edge of his bed.
But fortunately, he'd never see it again in his short life.
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