Devourment

1. Death by dog

Death. One thing that we all try to avoid until our moment comes. The last thing you'd expect is to have your father ripped to shreds by a dog.

  My father and I were walking down the street in our neighborhood and passed some assholes house, we know he's an asshole because he's on drugs and comes out of his house and screams at us for no reason. He's a tall, buff, bald guy that probably takes lots of drugs and has poor health. He lives in what is basically a shed. The "shed" has a metal roof and it's made out of old decaying wood.
  Anyway, we were walking down the street when we passed his house. It didn't seem like he was home so, for the things he's done in the past, we decided to, idiotically, throw rocks at his house until it fell down to the ground. I noticed a sign on his rusted fence. It said "beware of dog." We didn't remember this sign, or him ever having a dog. "Hhmm. This is usually what assholes do to sarcastically make you aware of their pet Chihuahua."My dad said.
"I wonder when he got a dog." I say. "Hhmm the gate seems to be open so let's go check out this 'dog'."My dad says. We open the gate and wander into his trash filled yard, we don't see a dog, just a messy lawn. So we make the biggest mistake of our lives and go inside... There we find the man's mangled and devoured body laying in a Vomitous mass of his own flesh and blood. My dad stares, amazed at what he sees. We are both stunned and scared to death as to what might happen to us if we stay any longer. I run outside as fast as I can before hearing a distorted bark that sounds too evil to be any type of dog. My dad is still inside. I hear him scream in painful agony as I hear a rip and tear. Then I hear a bone crack. I run inside to see a massive German Shepard with its left eye missing and it's fur torn off of its tail, ears, and legs. I also saw that it had cuts and ripped flesh hanging off of its, obviously abused, body. Then I saw what he was doing to my father. It was ripping, tearing, and devouring what was left of my father. It then looked up at me as I ran out of there as fast as I could. That thing, surprisingly, didn't chase me it just stayed and ate my father. When I reached my house I told my mom. Who..didn't seem to care. She, scarishly, told me that she actually planned to kill me and my father soon. This frightened me and I ran away. It's been 14 days since I ran away from home and I still wonder what happened to my mother, and if my father and the other guys bodies were ever found...