Bobbie knew that the swarm of tiny shapeless creatures was going to eat him. The creatures made their home under his bed, and was now making their home inside of his skull. They were things that no one believed existed. 

The little boy looked around at his puppy dog-shaped lamp, which always gave him comfort.

The scratching noises were getting louder with each passing second. The once quiet sound of butter knives against the sky blue walls of his tiny bedroom now sounded like revving chainsaws being controlled by a hundred slasher movie villains who were doing their evil deeds behind his eyeballs.

The noise was concert hall, front row level. The boy could feel his jaws open, his chest muscles contracting, but he couldn’t hear his own screams.

Bobbie heard a loud snap! It reminded him of that time the maple tree that used to be in his front yard crashed into a power line and snapped it into two separate pieces. The room went black. The creatures had severed his ocular nerve.

Bobbie felt around in the inky blackness, running his hand over his soft flannel pajamas. He cried at the thought of never seeing the rockets on his pajamas again.

He felt himself scream again. The salty tears stung his bloody eye sockets. 

His ears felt like they were on fire. He reached his hand up and rubbed his ears. There was something warm and sticky. Blood. It was Blood. The creatures had broken his eardrums and the pain and pressure felt like nothing he’d ever felt before.

And while the boy lay there lifeless, the creatures were going to eat his brain.

Those were the final sixty seconds of Bobbie’s short life. 

When his mom arrived with oatmeal and orange juice in the morning, she would find the bloody skeleton of her baby boy. The creatures would have picked him clean.