Closer and Closer
By Kiera Andusko/Sophomore writer
It slowly made its way up the stairs with a teddy bear, a goldfish, and a butter knife. From behind the kitchen island, I watched its shriveled and slimy body cradle the items as it moved along. I had no idea where the beast came from, or what it intended to do, and that deeply terrified me. I was in the kitchen preparing a sandwich for myself when I first saw it slinking across my hard wood floor. I immediately froze, despite how angry I get at characters in movies who do the exact same thing. It had my daughter’s stuffed bear clutched tightly against its bony chest, letting me know the creature had already been upstairs. It crept towards me, but all I could manage to do was hold the butter knife I was using to spread mayonnaise out in front of me. It got closer and closer, until it was about a foot away. It reached it’s hand out and closed its long fingers around the knife, pulling it out of my grasp. Then it turned slowly and made its way towards the staircase, stopping at the small fish bowl sitting on the counter and plunging its hand into the cool water.