As he hid, he heard the bone-chilling scream of his little sister he had forgotten.
The thing of his nightmares crept down the cold, hard stairs into the confined space that was the basement. He chanced a look but hated himself after. The thing, with its bone biting, chattering teeth sounded as it scuttled towards the tank the boys heat was coming from.
As he heard it coming he braced himself, but remembered his father's shotgun over the other side of the room, he looked and saw that it had fallen over and was half way across the floor. He looked for the thing but could not see it, just as he was about to grab it, in a split second the thing pounced on him, while one powerful leg pushed the gun away. The thing breathed in the boys face, he luckily projectile vomited into the things mouth.
Choking the thing was pushed away by the boy who was scrambling towards the gun. The thing trying to dislodge the vomit stuck in its throat did not notice the boy trying to get the gun out from beneath the low hanging boiler without burning his hands.
The thing finally unblocking it's throat whilst the boy had just got the gun from under the boiler and span round aiming the gun at the thing, he gently squeezed the trigger but all he got was a click. Then suddenly…