"Come on honey, it's time to go" said mother, at least I thought it was my mom. I looked around my room, but mom wasn't here. She passed away when I was 10.
As I looked around my room, I could see the figures in the shadows. I feel like someone or something is staring at me. I heard someone running up the stairs and I was starting to worry, I mean I was home alone for the next two days. I grabbed my pillow and was ready to throw it because everyone knows a pillow is a great weapon.
As the footsteps got closer, I moved closer to the door getting ready to run. The door bolted opened and I hit the figure standing in front of me. I started running, I don't know who or what that is.
Something hit me in the leg and I fell down to the ground in pain. I started to feel my leg and something warm was running down it. I got up limping away from thing, but my leg was just in so much pain. I limped into my kitchen and laid on the ground. The figure got closer to me, that's when I passed out.