I crouched behind a boulder in front of the ancient stone dwelling. I stared into the dark mass of the gaping window.
Hair raised on the back of my neck as a silhouette outlined in red light, slowly formed around the demon head. It turned in profile.
The tiger mouth expanded. Teeth glimmered from an internal explosion of bloody light. Teeth, sharp as needles.
I bolted out of my dreaming slumber, sat up, and peered in the mirror across from my bed. I turned in profile and glanced at myself from the corners of my eyes, the whites showing.
Prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Piya Singh.