The Terrible Encounter with the Terrible Beast

Ellie's eyes snapped open. She was having a nightmare and decided to have a cup of milk in the kitchen downstairs.

"Sighhh...."

The sigh was as soft as snow landing gently on snow, as a mouth, full with inward-growing, long, beastly teeth snapped open and shut under Ellie's bed. But she didn't know that...

Her bare toes were exposed to the open and Ellie shivered because the central heating was off. But the stairs' fluffiness comforted her, receiving the patches of the stairs' own little heating.

"Grrr..."

The growl was as ragged as shattered remains of a fallen glass. Ellie froze. Did she imagine it? 

She fearfully turned around but saw nothing but the white stairs stretching to the upper floor.

"Must've been imagining it." she thought.

But under the mahogany table in the living room, a hand lay motionless on the carpet floor, the nails elongated and rotten, hairy with matted, curly hair and its skin dead and fleshy. But of course... she didn't know that.

The familiarity eased and reduced the fear that was growing in the pit of her stomach. She felt she was being watched. But, after all, she was desperate for a drink. So, she gingerly approached the kitchen, a grim expression plastered on her face.

After what felt like endless hours, she opened the fridge door then poured herself some cold milk. As she drank, she then happened to feel very comfortable. Then, she felt terrified. She knew that something was waiting for her outside the kitchen. 

It was breathing. It wheezed raspy breaths that sounded shallow and pained. Sweat trickled down Ellie's forehead. She glanced at the clock. 12 o'clock!

Oh no! It was dead of the night! It was when demons and black magic CRASH!

Her cup of milk had slipped out of her hand, glistening with her panicked perspiration. The thing outside the kitchen stopped breathing. Ellie's chest felt as if it would burst from her hard-beating chest.

"I'll make a run for it!" decided Ellie in her thoughts.

So, she steadied herself, gripped onto the sink in order to propel herself forward.

Then, she sprinted as fast as she could, her head down... and headbutted into something hard. Adrenaline flowing, she looked up at her approacher. Oh lord, Oh lord!!

Standing there, sickly and disgusting was a body. It had only clumps of meat that was decaying and bones stuck out like horns in random places. Ohhhh....

And his face. Yuck, yuck, yuck!

There was no eyes but holes. Dark, evil holes that expressed feelings, and teeth that stuck inwards and looked as if it was for eating meat!
The monster lifted its decaying hand, that was covered in matted curly hair with nails that were elongated and rotten. The light glinted in the sharp, blood-stained blade.

Ellie knew she was in for it. Down, down, down came the blade... Click!

Ellie's eyes snapped open,. She had had a nightmare and decided to drink milk from the kitchen downstairs.
She stepped out of bed, thirsty and her tongue felt like it was suffering in a drought.
Ellie looked up. To be face to face with a decaying face. Holes, inward-growing carnivorous teeth, all from the dream. The can't be it! Just as Ellie was going to scream for help, a sewage-belonging and sharp ragged hand muffled her alarms. Suffocating, couldn't breathe, will die...

Ellie's eyes snapped open. She had had a nightmare and decided to drink milk from the kitchen downstairs...