I ran. Fast. Not knowing what was behind me. I didn't give a shit, actually. I just. Ran. I turned my head to steal a glance, razor sharp claws beared down on my back. Red eyes gleamed through the dark. A huge smile was painted on this.. this creatures face. Just then I realized. It got me. I'm dead now.
I awoke with a start. Shivering I tryed to forget my recurring nightmare. Shaking it from my mind, I got up to get dressed, In a gray T-Shirt and jeans, I showered and ate food. I went through my morning routine, to work, back to home. On my walk home though, I felt this.. This odd feeling, like, like i was being watched. Looking around I had seen nothing. Not a damned living thing in sight. As I got home I found my door unlocked, Strange, I had thought. Reassuring myself that I had forgotten to lock it I went inside and sat at my computer, and after a few minutes on facebook I went and started typing this. Why? Because I fucking kid you not. over my computer there's a piece of paper that clearly reads "It's not just a dream." Being the paranoid fucker I am, I decided to type this, not only that, but as I type, I see huge grin with two glowing red eyes in the reflection of the screen, sitting under my bed.