I was in my far backyard, walking out of the trail through the woods where next to the fire pit was a pile of flesh and tore up hooves from an animal. We had coyotes and deer so I thought nothing of it and walked around. I tripped over something on my way back to the house and when I looked up a giant skeleton rested in the trees. Originally I thought it was just one of our Halloween props but it started moving and clawed my leg off. No pain struck me and somehow I got up and ran towards the house.
My dad was apparently the only one home. I called for him I could hear my voice echo.His voice, that didn't even sound like him, called from out front. I went through the garage to get to him instead of going around the house. When I got to the front it was dark and he was over by the truck. I heard myself say something along the line of "they're here. They got me, dad get inside." His voice changed again as I heard him respond. "I know but I'm not dead yet."
I couldn't see him past the truck but, there was high pitched screeching as something ran behind the truck. I heard my dad say "it's okay. I'm dead now'. I ran back into the garage and shut the door. My cat bit at my bleeding leg as they banged on the garage door.
I ran into the next room to hide. BANG. I ran to a corner and slouched down to disguise myself in the shadows. BANG. I closed my eyes waiting for it to be over. BANG. I remember telling myself "this is a dream. Wake up! You have to wake up! They'll get you! Wake up!" SHATTER.
