With nowhere to hide, you retreat into the shadows in the corner of the room, hoping the darkness will shield you. BANG! BANG! BANG! The sound of the door being pounded rattles your bones as you pray whatever it is will just go away.
Suddenly, the banging stops.
You let out a shaky breath, relief washing over you—until a warm, sticky substance drips onto your shoulder. It smells like eggnog, heavy and sour.
You glance up, and there it is. The creature. Hanging from the ceiling above you, its eyes wide and empty, black pools that reflect nothing but darkness.
You try to run, but before you can take a step, it pounces. Its weight slams you to the ground, and your head cracks against the cold floor, everything going black.
You never wake up again.
Take solace in not knowing what the creature has done to you.