(50) Spattered Claws
The legends are wrong. Its name is Spattered Claws.
It takes anyone. Naughty. Nice. Whenever the moon is a fingernail sliver and the night sky darkest, Spattered Claws prowls for meat.
It hates the December holiday lights. Brightness sends it underground.
So keep those lights shining.
We’ll all need them.
I committed to doing The Writing Cooperative’s 52-Week Writing Challenge, and my choice is a 50-word horror story every week. Please leave some applause if you enjoyed it. And if you liked this, I’ve written longer stuff too.)