The side of my bed had a mouth with wicked teeth.
Once fed, it took the form of an undead woman
with mud smeared about her rotting skin, it had no eyes instead, its sockets were burned flesh embedded in her skull.
The woman ran very fast and hauntingly sporadic, like a roach.
I was unable to run away on foot so I floated high above the ground,
moving away faster than it ran, well away from its reach.
But the horrible creature still followed.
The Deep End 