The Creature

There is a creature. It is in the window. I stare at it, knowing full well that the only thing separating its teeth from my flesh is a thin pane of glass it has so far decided not to test. It stares at me knowing unfathomable things and wanting unknowable desires. So we stay for some time. Its breath fogs the glass. I sweat in spite of the chill.

I should scream. I should run further into the house, barricade a door to a closet and wait until the danger has passed. But then how would I kn...