It was a dark and stormy night, the wind was- no, no, NO, that's not right. It was at least two in the afternoon when I heard the scream. I wish I wouldn't have so these nightmares would just go away.
The man was running down the street screaming "demon! there's a demon in my house!" Being foolish, me and some friends went to go check out the scene. I've always wanted to be a cop, and a hero, so now was my time to shine.
The front door was left wide open so technically we didn't break in. Everything was perfectly fine in the living room and kitchen.
Then there was a loud thump from upstairs.
Running to the staircase, I tried to hurry as the noise continued, along with quiet moans. At first I thought, "oh god, babys are being created," due to the noises. So when I knocked on the door, it seemed as if it got louder. The door was locked and I was used to kicking them down. The sight I seen horrified me.
A woman was laying on the floor, a puddle of blood around her, and there was a man sitting on top of her, constantly slamming her head into the floor. Her face was mangled, I wasn't sure if it was his wife or daughter. I drew my handgun from my jacket (I always carry it with me along with my conceiled weapons permit) and pointed the gun at his head. "Get off of her now and put your hands behind your head or so help me I'll embed this bullet into your head." The man frove and slowly stood up.
He had to be at least nine, maybe ten feet tall. He was deathly skinny and I wasn't sure what he had in his hands, much less if they could hurt anyone. I felt the wall for a light switch while keeping the gun focused on him, and switched it on as soon as I found it, and let out a scream as the skeleton lunged for my throat.
