The Beginning of the End

I woke to a slight tugging on my foot and I opened my eyes to check if it was my dog, Mags. It wasn't, it was my dad. He was trying to nibble through my thin cotton sheets to get to my toes. With a confused expression I nudged him. He didn't respond. I nudged him again and asked him what he was doing, why he was up so early and why he was in my room. What I saw next was horrifying.

My Dad's head slowly lifted and turned to face towards mine. His eyes were a faint grey and his face a pale white. he stared at me for a moment and then jumped across the bed towards me. He had me pinned down and I was screaming. He didn't respond so I rolled out from underneath him. I jumped up and headed right for the door.

When I got to the door I turned around and my dad was still coming for me. I slipped through the opened door, shut it and leant against it. I scanned the living room for something to hold the door shut or to at least block it. Perfect. The couch. I moved the black, leather two seater couch up to the edge of the door while I could hear my dad thudding on it lightly. I switched on the T.V which had drowned out the thuds from my dad and headed up stairs to find mum and my little brother, Tate.

I reached my mum's door which was opened a crack. There was rustling coming from inside. I opened the door. There was a tall brunette man standing there with his back towards me. He turned around and looked me up and down.

Hey Guy's,

I'm a new writer so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry.

Also I'm from Australia so the spelling might be different to how some other countries spell it.

I would love guy's to read this and tell me what you think and comment any ways I can make it better or any plot twists.

Thanks :)

~ Meg