The Evil Laugh

I crouched underneath my bed. It was bad – that thing in my room. I could feel the essence of centuries of filth, disease, and evil emanating from it. I had been asleep when it rudely interrupted me with its hideous laugh. It was ugly. It had flesh that smelt and looked like rotting meat.

I needed a plan to get out of my room without being detected and seek help. I could not understand what the creature was doing. Why didn’t it come for me? I wasn’t barricaded from it under my bed or anything like that.

My hand moved around looking for anything I could use in the years of junk that had piled up. I finally felt a reassuringly heavy stick of wood. My baseball bat! Armed with it, I flung myself out from under the bed as quickly as I could and ran for the door. Dimly, I realized it hadn’t moved. Suddenly, it laughed. A horrible shriek, but distinctly a laugh. I shot towards the door and yanked it open.

Just before fainting, I saw, outside the door: the creature in my chair, laughing, and my room just as I had left it behind me.