Night Terrors (Original)

Prologue

It was late, probably around midnight. I had trouble getting to sleep. I blame it on the heavy rain beating against my window. I roll over in my bed to look out of the window, tracing each rain drop as it rolls down the pane. There'd be the occasional thunder clap in the distance."What a miserable night," I thought to myself.I roll back over and pull my duvet up over me, trying to keep the warmth. Just as I feel myself drifting off, I hear shouting outside. No big deal, it was probably the drunks returning from the pub as they usually do.I get up out out my bed, wearing my pajama bottoms and a vest. I pull back the blinds and observe the wet streets below. There wasn't anything to see. I guess they moved on.Suddenly, there's a noise downstairs. Like a crashing noise as if something just smashed through our front door.Panicking, I run across my carpet and swing open my bedroom door and tiptoe across the landing. My parents emerge from their room."Tell me you heard that, Theo," said my father."Yeah, of course I did," I replied.My father was gripping his pistol tight. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was shaking and sweating. My mother was stood behind him, unarmed."Where the hell is Shauna?" asked my dad."I'll check her room," I said.I depart from the small group and move across to my little sisters bedroom. I crack open the door and peer inside. Switching on the light, I find nobody inside. I run back to my dad."She's not in her room," I tell him.My mother begins to weep."I'm going downstairs," my father says, "I'm not waiting around for something to happen. Stay here."He descends down the stairs cautiously with his pistol gripped tightly. He soon disappears from view as he enters the lounge.Suddenly, a low growl is heard from downstairs, followed by a loud, blood-curdling scream."Dad!" I scream, running down the stairs.In the living room is Shauna, sat on top of my father's lifeless body, which lies with a large hole ripped into his chest. She sits, feeding on his bloody innards. Her face is soaked with blood, and her eyes are as black as the night sky.She looks up at me, as if she's staring right into my soul. She emits another low growl and slowly climbs off my father's corpse. She begins to approach me, slowly at first but then she charges at me."Shauna!" I yell as she pounds into me and knocks me onto the floor.She begins clawing at my face with her blood-red nails, leaving large scratches at my cheeks. Suddenly, she collapses onto the floor beside me. There stands my mother, with a broken lamp in her hand."Mum!""I'm so glad you're okay!" she says as she holds me tight. She's still crying."Dad's dead," I say, with tears in my eyes.She releases me."I know, I know..."My mother is pounced by my little sister. She was fast, and I could not stop her. She tipped into my mother's throat, spraying blood everywhere. She was dead in an instant."No!" I scream, running at my little sister and attacking her.Punching her multiple times, I let her go and head for the kitchen to grab a weapon. I return armed with a knife, ready to do damage.Unexpectedly, a gunshot is heard and my little sister falls to the ground. I look behind me. There was a group of riot officers standing there. I dropped my weapon.This could only get worse...