This is my first fan-fic so, bear with me! I was really annoyed in seeing that the Demonata didn't have a section, so i titled my work in the way it is now.

I walked across my street, moonlight illuminating the path, with my mind on the amazing party I'd just been to. A gust of wind brought me back to my senses. I wrapped my jumper tighter around my body, it was getting colder and the dark sky was already spitting. I quickened my pace and I gingerly looked at my watch, 1 o'clock. Oops!

The moment that I had turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door, I knew something had gone wrong. Where was my anxious Mum on the landing, my mum who had stayed up worrying all night, insisting when she saw me that she had been going down for a cuppa?

I tore my jumper off, it was stifling inside. I could smell a sickening odour, swirling out from under the living room door.

"Mum! Mum! Where are you?"

I was already shivering, worried with apprehension, what had happened? My eyes swivelled round to where the smell was coming from. And I gasped. Three deep gauges were on my living room door, three long scratches, splattered with glistening spots of wet blood.

I wrenched open the destroyed door and inside I was met with the sight of deep, dark, deathly pools of crimson liquid. The room was in a state. Wallpaper had been ripped off, leaving the walls bare, but it was still so very hot. As the nauseating smell reached my nose, I doubled over. The only thing that stopped me being sick was the thought of my mother in danger.

I felt that I was in a furnace where the temperature dial was being twisted higher and higher, my skin couldn't take it, and it was tearing open. I looked around frantically for any sign of my mother, where was she?

As my eyes rested on the glass cabinet, my heart cried out in agony. All my mother's doll collection was broken. All of her hard work, reduced to nothing. China scattered over the floor like dust.

I then heard a low, deep, growling noise, nothing like I'd ever heard before. I rushed toward the noise, toward the kitchen door, but then I buckled over…A few seconds ago I was sweltering, burning and gasping for air but now everything had frozen in an instant. The temperature had plummeted, making everything freeze, but the problem was…so had I.

I knew it wasn't a nightmare. It was simply too horrific of even a person with my imagination to dream up such a thing. My head was in a turmoil, who else did the blood belong to? There was only one person in the house tonight. I screamed out in agony, but it was bottled up. It almost tore my lung apart. It couldn't leave my lungs, for I was ice…

I tried getting up; I could still hear the noise from behind the door. I was desperate to catch the noise, to grind it into pieces, to crush it into dust for what it had done, but I couldn't.

The door creaked open…hell was revealed…