[ WP ] That 's Scary !

( I got to thinking on this and decided to respond to my own prompt. Sorry if it's too gory. I tried not to go too crazy with that sort of thing. ) 
 
 Rain pelted the man as hot acrid breath stabbed at the back of his neck. His pursuer, unlike his tired body, showed no signs of slowing down. His only hope lie in the church doors before him. 
 
 As he scrambled up the steps, the sound of metal dragging against the concrete halted. The man did not turn around to face that which hunted him. Instead, he ran into the church and pushed a pew in front of the door. 
 
 Shaking, he stumbled across the aisle briefly before sinking to his knees and dry heaving. Votive candles, who's glass containers were painted with the faces of the saints, stared at him from the side altars in sorrow. He was aware of the faint-yet-growing scent of decaying meat. 
 
 Lightning flashed rapidly, illuminating the silhouette of the thing outside the stained glass windows. His heart threatened to break free of it's ribbed home when the silhouette turned its head as if it were looking directly at him. The man retreated to the darkness of the confessional and, in an effort to calm himself, tried to wrestle control of his breathing. 
 
 His efforts were further strained when the sound of broken glass met his ears. The stench of rotten meat was even closer and the man struggled to stay silent as he gagged. 
 
 `` I smell fear.'' A crackling voice mocked, `` Yes, the scent of cold sweat and hot piss is quite strong here. Oh, whatever are you going to do, little maggot?'' 
 
 The screeching sound of metal against stone was far too close to the man for comfort. The brief silence that followed was nearly deafening. 
 
 `` Forgive me maggot, for I am about to commit a *deadly* sin. I am going to cleave the flesh from the bones of the living and indulge in a bit of gluttony.'' The voice echoed from the other side of the confessional. 
 
 The man bolted from the confessional and made it to the first row of pews before tumbling to the ground. The rusted-nail encrusted tendril that gripped the man's ankle dug deep into his flesh. He clawed at the pews before him in vain as the creature pulled him towards itself. 
 
 He found himself crudely flipped upon his back and the thing that had pursued him was now perched upon his chest. The sunken hollows of where eyes should have been were nothing more than putrid sacs of flesh. The various metallic stitch-like patterns that adorned its skin pulsed as if something was trying to escape its fleshy prison. 
 
 `` Spirit of our God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Most Holy Trinity, Immaculate Virgin Mary, angels, archangels, and saints of Heaven, descend upon me-'' The man was silenced by the creature's fluctuating voice. 
 
 `` Ooh, yes, PRAY!'' A guttural cackle escaped the creature's jagged maw, `` Nothing can save you now, worm. You. Are. Mine.'' 
 
 A long thin tongue left a streak of bloody saliva across the man's cheek. The man twisted his face in disgust and tried to claw his way free from the creature's grasp. The creature merely laughed and leaned its scarred face next to the man's ear. 
 
 `` Oh, do n't you worry. You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I think I'll show you what your entrails look like before I devour them. Does n't that sound *fun*? Come now, do n't be a spoil sport. Let me hear you scream.'' The creature's raspy whisper sent pangs of fear through the man's entire being. 
 
 The man screamed through the night, waking those who lived close to the church. By the time the police had responded to the many calls of the sleep deprived, all that was left of the man was a stain on the floor and a few bones marred by jagged teeth.
