The creature

It snarled and thick saliva dropped from its thin, curled lips. The jagged, sharp teeth sat like razor blades in its rancid mouth, hot, putrid breath filtering out with each raspy exhale.

Luckily for me I was viewing this through a crack in the door, but I was sure the creature knew I lurked in the darkness as it sniffed around the crevice through which I watched.

Turning away, it paced around its prison, grunting in anger and frustration. I could let it out and allow it to roam the world and satisfy its unrelenting thirst for blood. It would sink those teeth into the flesh of its victim and pulverise it beyond any recognition. Trouble was, its first victim would be me!