I’m writing this from the only secure place I can find.
It won’t stay secure for long though.
They’ll find me.
They always do.
I can sense that they’re close even now. I can hear their otherworldly screeching. I can feel the earth trembling footfalls that betray their size and number. I can even smell the odd mix of cookie and human waste that the littlest of the bunch seems to always exude.
I am larger and faster but they outnumber me and their stamina is almost supernatural.
I once had a partner to help fend them off but she went for supplies awhile back and, well, I fear she will never return.
They’re close now. And they’re calling to me in their mocking tone.
“Dad-deeeeeee… Dad-deeee… We know you’re here Daddy… We know where you are…”
I’m so frightened.
And there’s no escape.