It Begins

Regular Day

I sat there, in the dark.  These people around me. One lunged at me. I felt a pain throughout my body. It was biting my leg. I shoved it back.  It stumbled back with a groan. More came. My body had no strength. I was being eaten alive. Then, I woke. I was in my bed. Sweat, covered my body, head to toe. I looked at my leg. No bite.  I sighed. I looked down at my dog, Cooper. He was still sleeping. I thought to myself. "That's weird, he's usually up at, like, 4 in the morning.". I stood up and checked my phone. My friend Alex had texted me. She was reminding me about our show tomorrow.  I started to text her back, then I noticed it was 1 in the morning.  She would be asleep.  I stood and walked to the kitchen.  My family were all still asleep.  I poured myself a glass of milk and sat at the table.  I thought about that dream I had.  Then I heard a tapping on the door. I turned with fear.  I looked at the door, accidentally, knocking my glass of milk over, which broke into a million pieces. I picked up a piece of the glass and approached the door.  I quickly swung the door open, and to my relief, my cat sat at the front door. I sighed and let him in.  I fed him and grabbed an apple.  I pulled out my phone and checked my Instagram.  I scrolled down, through the pictures of friends, all doing something cool, as I sat here, worrying about being eaten alive by a creature that probably doesn't exist. Probably... I sat there, just thinking. I took a glance out the window.  I saw it. This person stood in my driveway.  This hooded person.  I stood. I looked once again. This person, wasn't exactly human. He... He had yellow skin. There was blood running down his neck.  He was one of those... Things.  Then he walked away.