The Eighth Life

The Eighth Life, originally uploaded by geekgirlunveiled.

The Eighth Life

Listening down a dark and solitary windowless hallway
there are noises like wee beasties running
with nails scrabbling on tiles.

Intrigued, curiosity trumps caution.

Drawing nearer, Mina discovers nary an exit;
slate squares spotless without even dust motes,
much less evanescent creatures.

Still she can hear them.

Eyes closed, tiny scratchy shivers
begin to tell tales of something in the dim.
Chill breezes caress cheeks, ears;
whisker tendrils quiver.

Peering lower, at floor level, yellow orbs glow brightly,
long pointed teeth glint, diminutive claws hold wicked scythes,
blades shining wet.

Red seeps unnoticed from her paw, glazing slick paths underfoot.

This is my entry for the RIP III Tiny Stories Challenge.