One shadowy night, while Celeste slept off her days' day, Samuel worked furiously in the night. His eyes were strong and bright, as the moon moved slowly through the sky, they sparkled with fury. He had finally concocted the perfect story! As his hands moved over the rough pages, he thought he heard a creak at the door below the floor. He jerked his head up quickly, and his eyes fell upon his sleeping babe, and he smiled. Back to work, nose in the pages he went. The creak came again, and slowly crawled up the steps to their dingy door, but this time Samuel paid no attention, as his back faced the entrance and his head towards the moonlight. "Tap-tap-tick-tat" went the horribly soft sound as it appeared to be waiting patiently, right outside their thin door! Samuel still did not look up, for the rats were always close by, scattering about. They would have to wait tonight, for nothing would drag him from his precocious story. "Tap-tap-tick-tat" went the horrible sound once more. The little door creaked softly and slowly as it slowly pushed open, and something black, long, and spidery, its tips pointed dangerously, glinted in the dim yellowed light. "Tap-tap-tick-tat" as it scurried across the old wood boards. The tapping and ticking grew slightly louder, its aggressiveness and anger crawling towards the bed, where upon lay Celeste fast asleep. The bed sheets crinkle slightly down one side of the corners, as though the weight from the horrible invisible thing was crawling, struggling slightly to reach the top. At last, it did reach the top, and slithered unseen, towards the sleeping Celeste, her chest softly rising and falling with every breath.

But one of those breaths would soon be halted motionless. It waited patiently next to her pillow, using its spidery attachments to graze her cheek. She did not move. Samuel groaned in frustrations. He tore a page from the small table, threw it to the floor. Behind him, Celeste began to struggle, her noise undetected by the thing, its short limbs new reaching to the back of her mouth, and down her throat to rip her vocals from their resting place. She lay motionless. It slithered in the dark, quickly and silently. "Tap-tap-tick-tat." Samuel felt a small tug down by his socks. He jumped, startled at the pull and looked with wide eyes as they darted beneath the table. He shook hi head, turned upwards back t his papers. He saw upon his desk, and at once became still. Sweat dropped from his forehead, his heart beating hard through his thin shirt. He tried to hold his breath, he could not blink. A lone hand ripped viciouusly from its owners arm, lay on his papers. The long, black fingernails tapped on his desk, the green skin reeking a terrible stench. It waited for a moment, and then crawled, fingernails etching themselves into the wood, towards Samuel's beloved hands. He watched in great terror, silent, It made a swift move, and Samuel released a scream heard through the open windows, down the dark alley, through the streets, and into the woods, and up into the moonlit night.