Eye of the Aye-Aye

Everything was black.

I gripped myself into a tight fetal ball.

Trust no one resounded through my head, a thunderous echoing throb.

A nearly imperceptable scratching issued from the other side of the door.

I froze. Even the voice echoing in my head ceased.

The scratching grew in intensity, like metal hooks ripping through a carcass.

Tears dribbled down my cheeks and I bit my bottom lip until it bled.

The door unexpectedly splintered inward. I tried to look away, but the horror that now faced me was inescapable.

Great orange eyes with a hint of pupil in each glared down upon me, surrounded by unkempt black fur. It's slender talon-like fingers stretched torward me.

I held my breath and trembled, fearing what would come next.

The skeletal, elongated third finger came toward me in slow motion, and--

Pressed the tip of my nose.

With a squeaked "meep" it disappeared into the surrounding darkness.