I sit, 

my head ageist a wall

and stare

at the thing that sits in the corner

"what are you doing, "

 "who are you?"

I ask over and over but it never answers 

on occasion, it will give me a smile

all it's teeth bared, 

twisted and awful

the thing sits and waits

weeks, weeks, days

until, 

Church bells-

except there are on churches

I glance at the clock, 

3:00 AM 

that was my last thought before it ate me the Thing in the corner ate me