A metal paw with 6 inch claws like knives stepped into his room. Though the paw was visible the rest of it was not. Suddenly his dad called out.
"Zach are you in bed," his dad appeared in the left doorway the one where that thing wasn't.
"Dad the-there was a th-thing in the door-doorway," Zach stuttered.
"I don't see anything Zach," his father said.
"Well walk over there I saw it, it had claws and it was metal I swear." Zachary's dad walked over to the door way and into the hallway. Suddenly something swung down from the ceiling and landed on his dad. Zach screamed as the metal dog that he found under the bed slashed and bit his dad. When it turned around it glared at Zach with its thirsty red eyes. Every step his heart would race faster and faster. In one motion it jumped to the ceiling and swung down on top of Zach. It raised its head opened its mouth and swung it down towards Zach's head. Zach woke up in cold sweat with his sketchbook on his chest and his lamp on. He never remembered falling asleep though he was glad that he did. Zach looked at his alarm clock it was five fifty-three only seven minutes till he had to wake up anyways, so he didn't bother trying to fall back asleep. Getting out of bed he set sketch book and pencil on his nightstand. He got dressed went to the bathroom brushed his teeth and headed for the kitchen. He looked down on the spot where his dad was killed in his dream thankful to see the carpet had not been stained by blood. He walked out of the hallway turned and was in the kitchen his dad was up making pancakes for breakfast.
"So how did you sleep?' his father asked Zach
"Fine," Zach responded. Even though he did not sleep well at all. His Dad served a large pancake with butter and syrup to him. He began to dig at his massive pancake with a fork. Some syrup had soaked into the pancake so when he cut into it, it dripped out like blood. Like blood pooling out of a person who had just been decapitated. That vision was too much Zach lost his appetite. He stood up and started to walk out of the room.
"Zach where are you going," his father asked
"I'm not hungry" he called back. His father didn't respond.
"Hugh boomers," Zach muttered to himself "Probably reading the "paper" as they say." Zach quietly laughed to himself. When he was in his room Zach started to pack his backpack then remembered it was the last day of school they weren't going to do any schoolwork not like the teachers' idea of fun was actually fun.
"Hey dad," Zach hollered.
"What?" his dad yelled in response.
"Do you mind if I stay home today it's the last day, and we won't do anything,"
"Sure that's fine with me,"
"Ok." Zach walked down the hall past his dad and into the garage. He looked at the thing. It didn't move he walked closer and pressed the tiny button on it's nose. It jerked to life the head of it looked at Zach opened its mouth then fell back to sleep. Zachary's dad had just walked into the garage. Zach turned away from it ran past his dad into the kitchen.
"Actually dad I uh think I will go to school," Zach said." I uh never said bye to my friends."
"Okay I don't care about the last day of school. If you want to go you can." Zach's dad and Zach got into the car and drove to school. He would be switching schools this was his last day there. The drive was very tedious. About an hour drive he didn't bring anything like his iPhone. He was just to freaked out by that thing. It looked at him he remembered his dream how it swung down from the ceiling. How it landed on his bed without even a squeak from the springs. He started to get goosebumps.
"We should get rid of it," he silently said to himself.
"What," his dad asked. "What did you say."
"Nothing," Zach said. His dad didn't respond.
. . .
The school day was boring but at least he wasn't getting mauled at his house. As he was leaving he walked up to his friends and said his goodbyes although he would see them again over summer break. When Zach and his dad got home he immediately checked the garage. The thing was still there it hadn't moved an inch. He walked inside pulled out his phone and looked down at it. He noticed footprints on the carpet. Footprints with claws. He thought to Oswald who should be here. He followed them to his room. Oswald was there on his bed. He lazily glanced up at Zach.
"Meow,"
"Hi Oswald," Zach said to the cat who gave no indication that he heard his name. Zach laid down next to his cat. He heard a barely audible high-pitched noise. He just ignored it though he had never heard it before. He heard a knock from his closet. He jumped. He looked at his closet then glanced at Oswald.
"What was that Oswald."
"Meow," The cat responded. He headed toward his closet surprised to find a hole about as big as his fist in the wall. He looked at it and saw movement down there. He also saw stairs very narrow but definitely stairs.