I was standing inside my living room when it happened a deafening roar and then... nothing.
What seemed to be hours later I awoke, my once pristine living room had become a complete mess, the bookcase had fallen over scattering books all over the floor; it had landed on my glass table spreading shards of glass throughout the room. I then noticed a glistening of red beneath me. Blood. Before I had time to check myself I heard a bloodcurdling moan at the door to my living room. I'd locked myself in there as I had had an argument with my wife, i'm just glad Oliver was at school.
The bloodcurdling moan stopped as I reached the door, suddenly the being on the otherside started pounding the door causing me to step back in shock, I grabbed a candlestick from the floor. "Hello, who's there?"
"Oh God Eric, please, you have to let me in!" Screamed Jane, my wife.
I fumbled with the lock and finally managed to open it, my hysteric wife jumped in to my arms. "Oh thank God, quick close the door." I quickly locked the door again.
"What the hell is going on", I screamed I then noticed the blood. "Oh my God are you ok."
"Yeah just one of those bastards out there scratched, it hurt as well." She said rubbing her wound, "Whoa shit I all of a sudden feel really dizzy." She then fainted on the floor.
"Oh my God, whats wrong" I yelled as I raced to check her pulse.
"No, no, don't leave me now." I screamed. Another check of her pulse confirmed my fears, she was dead.
I sat on my couch crying, the last moment we spent together was us fucking fighting... I was so distraught I never saw the corpse of my dearly departed wife stand up, then walk shakily towards me, but I felt it, god did I feel it. It started off as a caressng finger on my neck, enjoying the moment I relaxed, then came that horrible pain. The corpse plunged its demonic claws in to my neck and then rooted in and found its target, my vein, it ripped it out sending blodd spurting all over the room, I ran to the door, frantically trying to unlock the door whilst my other hand remained keeping pressure on my neck. She took another slash at me this time breaking my shoulder, I heard a satisfying click and pushed open the door, what I met on the other side made me be sick, a sick shambles of a man part of his brain oozing out of his left half of his face his legs mere ribbons and his arms shapened like a knife. It is then that I stared death in the face. I resigned myself and the pain I had previously felt was nothing compared to this. My wife thing ripped open my legs spreading my entrails all over the white walls of my living room whilst the other concentrated on my face.
The last thing I remember was the thing ripping my out of my skull taking part of my brain with it, I saw with my good eye his sickening delight at his prize and then gorged on it and then blackness.
And that was the end of that, or so I thought. About three hours later I was one of them just wandering aimlessly until BAM my miserable existence was brought to an end and my brains were splattered on the floor. The killer none other than Coach.