Bhff-ter (Horror)

He was in the freezer, so what? He wouldn’t freeze. Everything was obeying the plan. Bhff-ter wouldn’t lie. It had said that Tommy could not be frozen to death. And like clockwork, Tommy was in the freezer shivering but far from shuddering out his last breath.

Bhff-ter emerged from the fog, gripping Tommy’s throat, its hands scalding his throat. Tommy struggled by thrashing his limbs. Bhff-ter didn’t so much as blink. Tommy noticed just then that the thing didn’t have eyelids. It was such a small detail he probably wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for death closing in like white hot headlights.

He took a small icicle forming on the ceiling, and as the beast brought him back to Earth he stabbed it into its left eye. The screams shredded his eardrums, and everything turned black as a woman in a red suit approached. She was nondescript except for the two brilliant antlers on her head.

“You should’ve died from natural causes,” the lady said. She didn’t care to illuminate the consequences.

Tommy was almost glad she didn’t.