Mortuus

Its soulless, disconcerting coaled eyes are locked on my own.

They are a dark desolate void that slowly pulls my life's essence away.

Its smile grows thin and stretches around its disfigured face, revealing rows of jagged yellow.

It is squatted down on its overly elongated legs face-to-face with me.

Its scent reeks of mould and death making my stomach queesy.

"Nobody will miss you. You will become oblivion", it whispers wheezily.

It's head snaps backwards and its slithery arms wrapped around me.

I am being lifted and my screams are muffled as I am enveloped by the darkness....