Night Terrors
A/N: This is still set in season 1, before Salvation, so Papa Winchester is still alive! Also, in order to be able to understand the some of the events of this story, you may have to read "One, Two, He's Got You", since this is only a month and a half after the events there. I'm not pushing my other stories on you, I'm just trying to help you make this story a little less confusing. Anyway, let's get on with the show!
It was around eleven when Dustin Greystone pulled his Dodge into the driveway of his lovely Wyoming home. He had been with the guys all weekend, drinking beer, throwing darts, and shooting guns. They were getting ready for deer season, which was just around the corner. It had been the only thing he could talk about for months.
The lights were on in the downstairs part of the house as Dustin made his way up the wood porch to the front door. It was a Friday, which meant Ricky and Michelle may have been at a friends house, leaving Kim to give Dustin a surprise. He unlocked the front door and went inside.
The TV in the living room was still on, Family Guy was playing. The lights in the kitchen and everywhere else shown brightly. Michelle's magazines were thrown on the coffee table and Ricky's toy truck lay upside down in the middle of the floor. Cujo's, the family St. Bernard, food bowl was pushed over from it's usual spot, the dry dog food mixing with the water.
"Kim?" Dustin called out. There was no reply, which meant she was probably asleep. She had left the lights on so he could see. "Ricky? Michelle?" Dustin called out again. He was too tired to hunt them all down and fix up some ice cream so they could all talk, so he went around, turning off all the lights downstairs before turning off the TV. Then he made his way upstairs. He had tripped up these stairs in the dark enough times, so he pretty much knew his way up. He walked down the hallway that led to his and Kim's room, Michelle and Ricky's being on the other side of the house. He quietly opened the door to their room, removed his boots, and flopped down on the bed.
"I'm home sweetie." Dustin mumbled into his pillow. When Kim didn't respond, he reached his hand over to touch her. Instead, he touched something cold and wet. He lifted up his head and looked, though it was dark, at his hand. His hand was darker than it should have been. He reached over to turn on his lamp with his other hand. He looked back at his hand to reveal that it was red. He looked over at Kim's side of the bed and screamed.
She lay there, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her throat was slit, as was her stomach and wrists. Her blood pooled around her, staining her pink shirt and grey shorts. Dustin fell out of bed onto the floor, where he met another sight. Shivering under the bed was a half destroyed, half living St. Bernard named Cujo. He whimpered as he saw Dustin's face. Dustin went running out of the room and down the hallway to the other side of the house. He pushed open Ricky's door, which was covered in dinosaurs and airplanes, and saw his son hanging from his ceiling fan, his body destroyed much as his mom's was. Dustin back out quickly, tears filling his eyes and a hand raised to his mouth. He bumped open Michelle's door by accident and looked in. She was tied to a chair, but she was still alive. Her bloody and swollen eyes slightly widened as she saw Dustin.
"Shhh." He said. "It's okay Sweetie. Daddy's here." Dustin moved into the room to untie her. She started struggling and crying after a minute though. Her eyes kept looking past Dustin. He turned around just as he was stabbed in the stomach. He screamed out in pain as whatever stabbed him in the stomach was being used to cut his skin. His wrists and chest were shredded by the new person, then finally his throat. He laid on the floor, gasping for air, holding his hand against his neck.
"Here's Johnny!" The stranger laughed. He stepped over Dustin's dying body to his fifteen-year-old daughter. He grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled it back using her hair. Then he placed an innocent kiss on her forehead before disappearing into the night, leaving the house looking like it was undisturbed.
So how was that for a first chapter? I'm going to see if I get any reviews on this one, and if I do, then I'll continue. So please review!