Flickering Curtain Ambush

Heading back inside from the playground, I caught sight of a thick corduroy curtain draped all the way down to the floorboards. Kekeke... the gap behind it was practically whispering my name. I squeezed behind the heavy navy fabric, pressing my back against the wall, when suddenly the gentle breeze from the cracked window fluttered the hem. A tiny slit of streetlamp light cut right across my eyes! Naturally, I thrust both stubby hands forward through the opening, waggling my claws as the curtain billowed outward like a breathing specter. Nobody was there to scream, but watching the rippling fabric cast wild, creeping shapes over the floor was pure gold. A top-tier phantom drape.