[ CW ] Write a horror story with no gore or death , not even implied .

I wrote this in the notes on my phone, sorry if the format is fucky. 
 
 
 
 Dark under The Rug 
 
 My heart sank as I peered at the floor. `` It moved. ``, I though to myself. It should n't have but I know I saw it move. I, or maybe we, were in my darkened basement. I'd come down to change the dim lightbulb only to notice a movement under my rug. `` It's probably just mice. ``, I thought to myself again before noticing a lump starting to form in the center of the throw rug. My breathing quickened as the rug rose from the ground revealing a dripping figure. My newfound horror appeared to be made of black grease and formed into a thin humanoid shape with the rug still draped over what I assumed to be it's head. What should I do? Should I harm it? Can I harm it? My thoughts were cut short by the squishing sound of its footsteps. I froze in horror, unable to move as it reached out for me. I could feel my heart beginning to fail as it grabbed my arm and pulled itself closer to me. 
 
 As the liquid monster brought itself closer my vision grew blurrier. It was so close now that the rug was touching my face as I began to jerk away from it. I could hear bubbling as if it were breathing. The stench of its rancid breath, if you can call it that, burned my face on contact and continued in that fashion as it reached my lungs. 
 
 My body flew upward as I screamed only to realize that I was in my bed. My throat still burned with the breath of the monstrosity. I let my legs dangle off the side of my bed as I began to take off my night shirt when something caught my eye. On the right sleeve of my shirt lay a dried black stain.
