The boy sat up; his eyes wide. His mouth was open, he began to breathe slowly. A bad dream he reminded himself, as his eyes swept his bedroom. It was late, the boy could barely make out the strung-up clock on his blue wall. He scrunched his hand, feeling the duvet of his bed. It was real, real enough to know this wasn't another horrible nightmare.
Thunder boomed. His small room was streaked with a flash of lightening, bathing it in blue-black light. He heard whispering, it was the wind. The boy hadn't closed his window. His bedroom had two rectangular windows; they were to his left, the window at the other side of the room hadn't been shut, it was a gateway to the dark, cold world outside the boy's bedroom. The boy took long, deep breaths before tearing his blanket off his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, he felt the soft carpet with his feet as he eventually found his slippers. He slipped his feet into them as he stood up, making his way towards the window.
The wind became stronger. The boy held his hands out in front of him slightly, he wanted to shut the window and return to his haven quickly. The boy stepped quickly towards the window, he shut his eyes as he confronted the portal to hell. He carefully felt the sash lock and firmly placed his fingers on either side of it before slamming the window shut. The boy didn't like looking out of his window in the black night. He was afraid that one day he would be snatched by a hand and be dragged in to the shadowy depths of the dark night. But tonight, he dared to look.
The boy opened his eyes, just for a second. He saw the fuzzy image of a bright street, his street. But then he saw it. To his right, there was a man outside the window.
Infront of the boy's house was a utility pole. It was constructed with brown wood and had a black telescoping ladder attached to each side of the circular post. The boy saw the silhouette of the man perched on to the side of the telescope ladder, his feet resting on it and his long arms wrapped around the utility pole. His body was loosely dangling from it, and he adorned a long coat that hung from his torso, with a fedora resting perfectly upon his head. The boy couldn't see his face.
The boy's breath stopped. He gasped for air, forcing himself away from the window as he stumbled, clumsily, to the headboard of his bed catching himself. He threw himself over the headboard, as he clambered into bed and under his covers. He lay in a curled-up position and shut his eyes. He gripped his blanket tightly; afraid someone might snatch it off him. Afraid he might.
The boy held his breath, he didn't want to make a sound, he didn't want the man to hear him. He just wanted to disappear.
CREAK.
The boy opened his eyes. It was the window; the sash was being lifted. The boy tucked his knees further into his chest as he lay there, still. The creaking stopped; the boy felt the gentle wind, he shivered, tightening his grip of his soft blanket as he wrapped it around himself tighter. The window was open.
The boy waited for what felt like forever. He was suffocated underneath the blanket, his breaths becoming more frequent. He swallowed his fear, allowing his fingers to slip out of the blanket carefully as he pulled his head out from underneath the covers. A large hand reached out towards him, it had four elongated fingers and a wide thumb, the hand belonged to the man outside the boy's window. The man's palm hung in front of the boy's face; it was coming closer the boy noticed.
The man was stood at the edge of the boy's bed, this was no man. The long coat it adorned swayed in the wind from the open window. It was still. The light of blue lightening soaked the boy's room once again, thunder clapping. The blue streak of lightening exposed the face of It. It was a monster hiding in man's clothes, hiding in plain sight. It snarled. The boy ducked his head underneath his blanket, he opened his mouth to scream but not a sound came out. It's face was not human.
BANG. The window shut. The room became quiet.
The boy had to make sure it was gone. He couldn't hide forever. He peered above the covers and the monster had vanished, it seemed to have returned to the cold, dark world outside the boy's bedroom.