As the thing crept toward me, I could hear the slopping of wet flesh against the floor. The sheet that hung over it swung with each movement it made. The white material was stained with horribly huge red splotches. Its skin was a pale gray, the legs bony and looking as if they would snap at any moment. There was a heavy-looking metallic layer around where the head would normally be, blinding light shining out from it. It looked like a gory human flashlight!
"Leslie," it breathed, its voice sounding like it was short of oxygen. "Leslie. Leslie. Leslie."
As I hid behind the desk scattered with papers in this dimly lit room, my heart sped up and I struggled to keep my breathing muted. On the hand over my lips, I could feel the sweat starting to rise from my skin. My body was trembling and I couldn't stop it. I could hear the clicking of my heel against the floor. Oh, God, it was going to hear me! I took hold of my foot and braced it against the underside of my thigh, my knees to my chest.
"Leslie. Leslie." The rasping sounded as if it was right over me! "Leslie."
When it came around the corner I froze in terror, staring wide-eyed at the relentless white light as it stung my vision. It swiveled its head around for a very long, painstaking moment or two. My heart leapt in my chest. I was sure I was about to die.
The creature turned and retreated. I didn't dare move a muscle until I could no longer hear any trace of it. I peeked my head over the desk when I thought it was safe. How bizarre it was to find that a set of double doors replaced the spot where a red logo with three stars once sat on the wall. I stood, my mind racing, and let out a deep breath while wiping the sweat from my brow.
"That thing used its light..."