Firelight

I think its 2:00am. I cant tell, the fires still kinda going. My eyes are dried, it hurts trying keep them open while search the cabin for a clock.

2:23.

I hear the faintest crunching outside, as the handle jiggles. I am alone, no one should be here.

I dive under the bed, and hear the the door open. The cold adding to my nerves while I try to stay quiet. Through the dim light of the fire I see those pale cloven hands stretching to the floor. The thing was hairless, sexless, and clicking its tongue.

Why'd I Move?