Forest of the Wolves

The scene around me was eerily familiar, the swing set had long since been abandoned and the swings moved in time to the wind. All the houses looked empty but the street lamps were on outside. The forest at the edge of the town created a dark shadow that loomed over the back gardens.
Chaise stood at the end of the street but his eyes were black and no emotion was shown on his face. He was covered in blood, it was flowing down his face and it coated his clothes. My instincts told me to run but my feet were glued to the spot as I stared into his emotionless eyes.
And then I woke up.