It was the dead of night, no sign of the arrival of morning coming anytime soon. I began my mourning staring out the window at the creature staring back at me. Long and lanky, spears for arms, a beak on its face as sharp as glass. Bulging blacked-out eyes staring blankly into my soul.
I dare not to move a muscle, perhaps it couldn't see me, but as it moved, that delusion soon came to an end. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I knew instantly I was a goner.
I was suddenly in my car, driving down a road, streetlights passing quickly by me. The dark blue sky of the night looked down upon me. The road was straight and smooth, no bumps for miles. I looked to my left and saw two men in masks looking at me as I drove past. I was no longer in control. I was in the passenger seat looking at my designated driver. A killer, a clown maybe, as of now I'm not too sure.
My driver drove into a wall that I hadn't known was there, then I was back in my home away from the window. I could see a faint outline of a man who wasn't there, and a sense of impending doom fell upon me. I felt something pierce my neck, but there was no blood. I choked on the knife in my neck, and I could feel as it was pulled out.
I had an out of body experience. I could once again see the creature outside of my window. It's hairy spears that it uses as legs slowly made a walking motion away from my house, but it's eyes were fixed onto me, even though I wasn't there. It was as though it could see my consciousness, or maybe it could feel my soul. The thin black hairs on its back reflected the dark blue sky, and my consciousness faded.
I awoke in the safety of my bed, the morning sun shining into my window. I was alive.