Angela 0
The little light in her room didn’t fall correctly on the figure. It wasn’t right. Angela thought to herself, “It isn’t... human!” The creature clawed at Angela with a taloned hand, gripping at her chest and turned its face to hers. Angela would have screamed; would have bolted or fought, but she was paralyzed by its gaze. Its eyes were red rimmed black. Its face was covered with bristly black hair, with pointed ears and a wide black smile full of jagged canines. She knew it was demonic...