Light of the Shed

I sit in my room as the music drowns out my surroundings. Mum is out, working the night shift. My arm tingles as the hairs rise on my arm. I take off my headphones. Complete silence. Something is watching me from outside, I can feel it. I stare outside the window, pitch black, only my reflection stares back at me. My dog is barking, something is moving. I go to look out the window once more, my dog stop barking. I look at my iPod, 2:34 A.M. I creep down my stairs as I turn on the kitchen light, I see the back door open. I wander through the door, looking for my dog. The kitchen light shuts off. I look back and something touches my leg. I scream as I fall. I look to the dark void of the night. Nothing is there. My heart pounds in my chest. The wind rustles outside. I stay on the floor, and then I notice it. The shed light is on, its feint but I can see it in the gloomy night. I walk out the kitchen door once more, only to step in a mud. I look down to see what the substance is. I stop breathing as I remove my foot from my dogs digestive track. There are blood organs everywhere. I throw up on myself as urine leaks down my leg. I have no breath to scream. I am weak. I try to focus on getting to the house phone, but the shed leads me. I feel my arms tingling again. My head is dizzy. I only see the light ahead of me. I go to the entrance of the shed, and creak the door open. The light blinds me. I cannot move, I cannot see. My eyes adjust to the brightness. Darkness takes my vision. I am lying down in my bed. I open my eyes. This is not my bed. I am lying on a metal slab. My head is pounding. I do not feel my limbs. I look around, the room is pitch black. I sit up in place, something is watching me. The hair on my arms rise. I look around the room. Something is in the corner. I can feel its presence. I cannot speak, I cannot move. I stare. The figure circles me. My head is spinning. Something is not right. I feel something. I look down. The darkness take my vision. I wake up. I am in bed. It is morning. I breath suddenly, gasping for air. It is quiet. I go to my door, open it. I go down stairs. I see my mother, warmth of love spreads through me. I go cold. My mother is pouring milk on the floor. I cannot move. I cannot speak. My mother looks at me. Her pupils have filled her eyes. She smiles. Something is not right. The hair on my arms rise. Darkness takes my vision.