[ WP ] the monster in the closet finally lures the child into the darkness , only to realize something is very very wrong

I watched through a subtle crack in the door, to see the child peacefully asleep. Ah, the young innocent fool, blissfully unaware of my presence. I could n't wait to taste his blood. I had an odd sense of nervous energy like I usually do when I lure in a victim finally. After watching, patiently waiting, studying them. I snatch them up, leave their parents to wonder what happened in horror. Oh I loved my job. I loved hearing the children scream for help. As if they thought I would have mercy, or that something could save them from their fate. What fun. I loved the choked gurgles they made as I tore their throats out and taunted them and clawed at them. 
 
 This child, I was so excited about this one. Something different about him. He was an English school boy, seven years of age, name of Gabriel. The boy was so happy, he did well in school, loved and respected his parents, he liked reading books and playing ball in the yard with his friends. I could n't wait to defile him, to feel his purity leave him. I steeled myself, and did the best I could to mask my presence, and then rapped my talons against the thin wooden door between him and I. He stirred for a bit, I left a loud scratch to jolt him awake. He eventually opened his shockingly brilliant blue eyes, and sleepily sat up and looked around his room. He realized it was still dark out, so he turned on his lamp to gather his bearings before going back to sleep. 
 
 This child was intriguing. His eyes, stunning, his demeanor calm at all times. He never seemed to have any night terrors, and he did n't seem nervous of my presence. Most other children would wake up screaming and shaking, begging their parents to check for me. Gabriel, he did n't seem to know anything was amiss. 
 
 Now to bring him closer. I twisted the knob quietly, and gently nudged the door an inch, hearing the copper hinges creak in protest. The boy looked towards the door and decided to go close it. I suppose he assumed he left it open during the evening. As he grasped the door knob, I pushed on the door, keeping it open. I called out in a sinister whisper. `` Come play with me Gabriel''. `` It's Johnny''. He pulled the door open, to be greeted by the sight of nothing. What he said next struck me as funny. `` Go away, I'm trying to sleep''. Hmm. Time to really make him fear me. No child is immune. He sauntered to his bed, his abnormally large and misshapen shoulder blades stretching his shirt upward. I decided to make my hands visible, as I reached around the door, tapping my sharp long nails on the edge. He suddenly looked me in my eyes. I had seen his indirectly, but never before had I stared into them. Immediately something felt off. 
 
 I had never felt such a primal, foreign sense of fear envelope my entire being like I did looking into that `` child's'' eyes. I felt like I had gone from predator to prey. I was beginning to realize the horrible mistake I had made hunting this one, when he spoke to me again. By name... 
 
 `` Spirit of the dead, Adanak. Great defiler''. Slowly, I began to realize. He eased off his plaid pajama shirt, and turned around, not looking away from me once. On his back, were small, white wings. His shoulder blades were not deformed. His name, that name. I knew I had heard it. I looked towards the cross above his bedside, with dread. I faced him again. I was greeted by the sight of a six foot five blonde haired monster, not unlike I, but at the same time, very different. He held a long sword with odd runes and verses carved all along its surface. I found myself face to face with Gabriel, a powerful angel. One of God's elite. I do n't know how I'm still here, but I think he let me go. He was giving me a warning. 
 
 Not a thing exists more terrifying and soul crushing than coming face to face with an angel. It is documented that simply being made aware of their presence fills you with terror. And this was only magnified because I am a demon. A shade. Whatever you want to call me. If the small creatures he protects on this stupid planet are deathly afraid of him, imagine how I felt. 
 
 Never will I touch another child.
