• Loud thumping wakes the young man, and sent shock waves of fear throughout his body with every loud bang. He keeps his eyes shut tight while he reaches out to feel the reassuring warmth of his dogs body, but he doesn’t find it. He curls himself into a ball and hugs his knees, praying his father would come home soon. Suddenly he hears barking and a window breaking, then a sharp whine. He pulls himself deeper under his bed, and silently cries. Thoughts of his dog lying dead at the hands of some psychopathic murderer, who is now making his way down the hallway to kill him starting rushing into mind and his sobs became more uncontrollable and loud. His door flings open and the stranger dives, ramming its head and shoulder into the side of the bed with such a force that it breaks the frame of the bed, making it tilt downward at one end. The stranger lets out a strange, high pitch scream as it tries to crawl under the bed to get the boy. It gets its arms and head underneath the bed, but it is unable to fit the rest of its body. The boy screams in horror as he kicks blindly and violently at the strangers face. With each kick, the strangers body pushes upwards against the broken bed frame, eventually causing it to collapse, pinning the stranger firmly to the floor but also trapping the boy underneath. The stranger hisses and jerks frantically, trying to escape the beds crushing weight and the boys kicks. After a few moments, the strangers jerks become less and less energetic, and its hisses become wheezing and coughing. Finally, the stranger made no movement, made no noise. The boy stopped kicking and reached for his flashlight, turned it on, and illuminated the strangers face. It was bloody and bruised, and some of the skin was peeling off. Foam was gushing from his mouth and his eyes were now puffy and bleeding. The boy delivered one last, strong kick to the strangers face. He felt its face crush under his foot, and a horrible odor started filling the room.
    “Ugh, disgusting!” The boy whispered to himself as he covered his nose.
    “I have to get out from under this bed!” He talked as if someone was listening to him, like he was pretending someone was there. He positioned himself in a way that would allow him to push up on the bed with both arms. He just barely made enough room for him to quickly roll out. He stood up, his body shaking, and walked toward his bed room door. He wanted to find his dog; he wanted to make sure his only friend was still alive. Walking down the hallway, his flashlight pointed in front of him, he saw a dark figure sitting at the back door. He shines his light and saw his dog sitting calmly at the back door.
    “Lizzy! Oh thank god you’re alive. Thank god.” He moved closer to the animal and saw thick blood seeping out slowly through the dogs neck fur.
    “Ouch, girl. That guy got you good, huh? Poor dog.” He said as he reached his hand down to inspect the wound. The dog turned its head to look at the boy. Something was wrong with her eyes. Lizzy showed her teeth and let out a soft growl.
    “Lizzy? Calm down, girl. It’s just me.” The boy got down on one knee and held each side of the dogs face, looking into its eyes. Lizzy snapped at the boys face and jumped back, growling even louder.
    “Lizzy! Stop it! I need to look at you!” As he stood up, the dog pounced, making him fall backwards. She then dug her fangs into the boys shoulder and easily rips through his skin. The boy yelled in pain and pushed the dog off him, then shot up. He ran toward the bathroom, the dog trailing right behind him.
    “Lizzy! What’s gotten into you!” He cried as he ran. Once he made it into the bathroom, he shut the door and the dog pounced. There was a loud bang as Lizzy hit the door, but after that there was silence. The boy locked the door and sat in the bathtub. Waves of sharp pain shot through his arm now, and took off his shirt to see the damage Lizzy had done. He couldn’t even see the puncture wounds or cuts, as he was bleeding too badly. He started to feel dizzy, light headed and cold.
    “..Stupid... ********...” He whispered, short of breath. His thoughts became fuzzy and all he felt was rage and hatred. His muscles began to spasm, and he began to yell and scream. He looked at his hands. His skin was turning paper white, and his veins began bulging out of his arms. He felt his throat inflame, and he could no longer swallow his spit, so he began drooling thick, smelly saliva. His breathing became hoarse and loud, and began tearing at his own bloody wound.
    “AAAARGH!”