It was a woman, at least I think it was a woman.
It had long, stringy, black hair, it's eyes completely frosted over with a milky white substance. Her mouth was open, open so wide it looked ripped at the corners. There was an inky liquid dripping from her mouth and along the rips in her face.
Her teeth were sharp, and and least three times the amount of a normal human. Her skin was grey and flaky, like she'd been burned, and she had stitches and staples all up her arms and on her face.
Her milky eyes focused on me, as much as eyes like hers could focus, and she smiled at me, malicious and evil.
I struggled to get out of her hold but her gripped tightened, her black claw-like nails digging into my skin.
I got my right leg free and I kicked, hard, landing the shot right at her face.
She hissed and the sound echoed like a hundred snakes, but her grip loosened. I managed to free myself, scrambling up and rushing towards the bedroom door.
I tripped. Like every predictable blonde girl in the scary movies, I tripped.
I managed to grab the handle on my way down and when I regained my balance, I wrenched the door open.
But there she stood, right in my path.
She lunged at me and I fell backwards, my tail bone hitting the hardwood floor in the most painful way. When I look up though, no one is there. I scan the room, turning my whole body, trying to stay alert.
All of the sudden, an awful pain radiates from my scalp as I'm jerked backwards towards the bedroom door.
I look up, and the grey woman from before is gone. In her place is a monster; almost nothing human about it.
It's spine is rigid, sticking up at least 3 feet off its back and curved like that of a bow. It's skin is almost the same tan color as mine, but it's covered in red and brown specks like fresh and old blood.
It's face is almost as menacing as its distorted body.
Its eyes are red directly around the dilated black iris. The nose is big and misshapen, like it's been broken a hundred times. The teeth are also sharp and intimidating, like they're designed for ripping flesh. It's hair is almost nonexistent, random strands of grey hair falling in a disarray around its deep scarlet horns.
It pulls me harder, out the door and through the rest of my apartment.
Before I know it, I'm outside in the street in front of my apartment building.
It drags me a little ways and finally lets me go. I sit up, massaging my scalp, only to find my hair tangled and mixed with a little blood. I couldn't help it. The tears fall and I can't stop them. I don't know what's going to happen to me at this point and all I want to do is tell my family I love them.
After a moment, I realize I've been completely left alone. Since the thing dropped me, no one's touched me.
But they always said, if it seems to good to be true, it probably is.
As I was about to stand up, stuck in a crouched position, like I was about to run a relay, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
A dog. A massive, obsidian, dangerous looking dog walked into one of the streetlight's illuminated spaces.
It was snarling, it's lip raised up over its pointed teeth, which actually glistened in the reflective light of the street lamp. It's eyes were a strange yellow color, almost green. Definitely not a friendly neighborhood dog.
I could see the saliva dripping from its mouth even from 30 feet away.
I tried to raise up slowly, and it growled, so I stopped all of my movements. When I thought I was in the clear, I started to back away.
It snarled once more, and sprinted towards me.
I turned, pumping my legs as fast as I could; running, sprinting, praying I would make it back into my apartment.
Suddenly, I didn't hear any steps besides my own, so I chanced a look over my shoulder.
Nothing. The street was empty, save for a few parked cars.
I slowed my running, and turned again to get a better look. I couldn't see it anywhere. I was alone in the middle of the street in the dead of night.
I relaxed a little more and slowed my run to a mild jog before walking and then stopping completely, positive I was alone.
My heart was racing and I needed a break.
Keep walking. Don't stop yet. I tell myself.
I start walking again when I heard it.
A flapping sound, loud and very close. I spin around, a full 360 degree turn, but I see nothing and no one.
Suddenly it's closer, like right above me.
I turn around and look up in enough time to see this winged creature's talon like feet coming towards me.
I try to move out of the way, but I'm not quick enough, and the talons tangle in my already disheveled hair. It rips from the roots as it knocks me to the ground and I feel the sting down to my toes. I feel the blood and tears mix as they both drip down my face.
I turn and crawl, too exhausted to run, too worn out to try.
I hear the wings again, coming back for me once more.
It's claws latch onto my shoulders, digging in, the tank top providing no protection from the assault.
It starts flying, dragging me across the pavement of the road, my knees scraping, becoming bloody and sensitive.
Finally it lifts me off the ground, carrying me a few feet into the air before dropping me. Right on my stomach.
I was their toy. Their plaything. I couldn't stand any more of the torturous games they wanted to play. At this point, Death was a welcome ally.
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