Screech by J. Anderson

The errie silence was broken
By a deafening Screech
Like nails being dragged Slowly
Across a bumpy chalkboard.

I slowly turned the key
In an old Lock on the door,
But the muffled click echoed
Through the house
Like an explosion-
Click, click, click.

the wondow slid open.
I heard the claws on the floor
And I knew
It was over.