"Run for your life"
I'm woken up by my parents suddenly shaking me. "Run," whispers my mother to me. She pushes my backpack into my confused hands and even splashes a cold glass of water into my face. I'm awake, shocked, confused and understandably terrified.
"Sam," my dad hurries into my room. "You need to run and don't look back. It will never stop. Whatever it is. You're not ready to face this, but you have no choice. We love you and will give you all the time we can." He hugs me and then is pushing me, not towards the door, but the window.
The door explodes open; I hear that much and then yelling, crashing and violence. "SSSSTTTRRRRRPPPPP!" That strangled voice, like the Nemesis of Resident Evil 3. Something awful has come for me and it doesn't intend to let me go.
"BRRRRRRYYYYYY!" MY spine vibrates with horror and terror at the sound that surely can be heard by the entire neighborhood. I keep running. It's all that I can do.