Katsrophia

That thing.

Every full moon, he would sneak into my dark room through the small old window.

"Hideous!!!", they would say.

He climbs over my bed and guard me from the Dark Fingers on every full moon. Dark Fingers has been chasing after me, trying to grasp me within its thin long slender fingers. Keeps whispering. Its icy foul breath brushing over my ears, making my skin crawl.