Beware the travelling

From the other room he could hear the dragging. His muscles tensed as he tried in desperation to somehow make his body smaller, more compact to hide in the shallow recess of the closet. Cold sweat dribbled down from his forehead down to his lips where it lingered and he tasted the virulent saltiness. The dragging feet were closer now to his bedroom and it was as though his entire house had grown silent holding it's own breath in tangible fear! Under the door of the closet light spilled in a sickly lime luminescence over his hardwood floor. He watched intently for the shadow he knew would soon arrive. He pushed himself closer to the back of the closet and squished up against the wall. His breathing was shallow but becoming more rapid. Then he noticed something and every hair stood on the back of his neck. The house was still and quiet, the dragging had stopped. There was no shadow at the closet blotting out the light and from the bathroom he could hear the familiarity of his leaky faucet.

It seemed an eternity had gone by. His fists clung tightly to the clothes hanging on his wife's side and couldn't let go. He waited. Finally, he inched toward the closet door and began to open it ever so gently. It did not creak. Silently he pried it open and looked out into the dark room. There was nothing. The water kept dripping and the clock on his nightstand read 3:35 am. On his knees he slowly crawled out. He looked into the lit hallway. Nothing. He began to slowly pick himself up, that's when he felt a chill breeze on his neck. Terror filled his heart and his lungs could not take in any air. He turned to look over his shoulder as he began to shudder violently.

His gaze met two round and golden eyes that were hollow and expressionless. He lost his bowels and the faceless black that was behind him and in his closet howled and in the blink of an eye snatched him from reality and whisked him away to eat him!