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Maybe the police are using a spotlight to search
for someone.
    Growing in intensity, the light became almost
blinding. Scott began to squint as he watched the light seemingly
take form and move through the glass. An indistinct human-like face
morphed from the light, followed by a torso and arms. Long boney
fingers pushed through the transparent hands, like blunt twigs
forcing their way through a deflated balloon. Staring at Scott with
its evolving features, it waited in air, as if to complete its
transformation.
    The apparition seemed to solidify while
hovering eight feet above the ground. The light so intense, it
seemingly cloaked the more detailed features of its face.
    Slowly the jaws of the glowing figure
expanded and opened, like a snake unhinging its jaws to devour its
prey, exposing rows of jagged teeth. Like flickering flames dancing
on the wicks of candles against the night sky, the shards glowed in
front of the black gapping backdrop where its throat should be.
    Without warning, the ghastly white being
lunged towards Scott. He watched, petrified, as the lifeless black
eyes drew closer. Time seemed to slow down. He was able to study
the face as it bolted directly for him, even though it only took
less than a second for the figure to close the distance.
    Black eyes and glowing shards were within a
foot of his face. Scott launched horizontally off the makeshift
bed, which would normally seem impossible, but thankfully not.
    If he had attempted to sit up, he would have
run face first into it, giving it the opportunity to wrap its jaws
around his head and sever it at the neck.
    Scott slammed into the glass table located
beside the couch. The crashing sound of the table hitting the
floor, accompanied by coasters and a decorative vase filled with
marbles, crashed through the silence.
    After hitting the floor, he sat up and
scanned the room, searching for the ghost, or whatever it was that
tried to attack him.
    Scott’s father ran from his bedroom, and into
the living room.
    “What happened?” His father asked, as he
glared at the table and its contents, strewed all over the
floor.
    “I saw something! It came right for my face,
so I leaped off the couch and knocked the table over.”
    Scott’s father gave a look as if he believed
him, but didn’t know what to say. He asked if Scott was okay, and
then reminded him that he too had seen and heard strange things. Yeah, but nothing like this , Scott thought.
    Scott didn’t divulge any of the details. It
was late, and he was satisfied that his father believed him. Any
more talk about what he had seen, and it may have caused his father
to question whether or not he was dreaming or actually saw
something.
    Scott’s father went back to bed after helping
him clean up the mess.
    Again, he labored to find comfort on the
sofa. Once settled in, Scott lay with his eyes open, scanning the
room, constantly looking back at the kitchen entrance. Activity
ensued in the kitchen. Please! Just go away! He ordered the
entity in his mind. But then again, if I can hear it, I’ll know
where it is. It was when it got quiet that it came after me. He
continued in his mind.
    So as odd as it might seem, the sounds from
the kitchen gave him a sense of assurance, and eventually lulled
Scott to sleep just before dawn.
    “Hey son! How about some breakfast!” His
father cheerfully bellowed.
    Scott was surprisingly alert for having only
slept for a few hours.
    “Sure, that sounds great.” He replied to his
father’s offer.
    Dragging his feet towards the kitchen, with
his hair asunder and eyes barely opened; the smell of the coffee
his father had made helped guide Scott.
    The day before Scott had purchased a bag of
cookies. In the bag were eight soft batch chewy-chocolate-chunk
cookies, which were divided in half by parchment paper.
    He grabbed the still sealed unblemished bag,
and opened it. Peering inside, to his dismay, were the remains of a
cookie in the form of crumbs that lay atop the other