Velveteen

 
 The velveteen blackness engulfed me in its folds, as a sudden breeze sprung up, chilling the night skies. The silence awoke, with a loud shriek, as an owl hooted with its kill.  

 Growing into a gust, the wind hissed; then moaned in the gloom.

Something moved to my right, chilling me with fright.

Just the wind, I thought when it moved again.  
 
Just the wind, stirring the bushes and trees in its gales.

I squinted to see, though the velveteen. “Who’s there,” I yelled in the night.
 
However, no sound in response, except the howl of the wind.
 
Yet, the night moved again.
 
A shiver ran my spine, at the sight of the unnatural thing, as it revealed its self to me.  
 
What I saw chilled my blood.  
 
This thing, a purple black smudge for skin, stood tall against the blue black of the night.
 
My scalp seemed to crawl, then tighten, as it held me in its hollow stare.  
 
I don’t know how long it held me frozen in its coal gaze; but when it released me, I felt liquid and sated.

I watched amazed, as it crouch, before scurrying away.
 
As it disappeared in the night, it called out my name in the moaning of the wind.
 “Velveteen”