The Tentacle

Photo prompt courtesy photographer  Danielle TunstallHis eyes snapped open, darted about the darkened bedroom. The room was too quiet, too still. His breath panted. They were almost here. No, not again.
A soft whirring sound made his muscles tense and jump. Then he felt the warmed air on his feet from the vent just below his bed. It was just the heat, he let out a breath.
There was a sound a claw scratching on the wall. The breath turned into a gasp as a dark blur shifted in the cor...