The Dark Corner (an Ai imagining)

Jaysun sat rigid in bed. His parents had finally stopped fighting upstairs,

but his terror remained. The clock glared 1:00 a.m. Sleep wasn’t an

option. The sound began: metal scraping on stone, faint,

sharp, crawling down his spine. Then the eyes appeared.

They blinked alive: sickly green, pulsing with rage and a terrifying hunger.

A whimper slipped from his throat, pulling the blanket tighter. Its gaze shifted.

Jaysun glanced at his brother, Justyn, who also gripped the blanket.

The Beast’s stare flicked between them, then narrowed back on Jaysun, colder.