I sprint up my drive way, still having the strange feeling that I was being watched. I glance over my shoulder only to find that there was nothing behind me except the sheet of heavy rain that was covering the ground.

Jesus Christ, maybe it is just my mind playing tricks on me. I thought to myself miserably, turning the door handle and step inside.

"Hey Ma, I'm home!" I announce loudly, shutting the door behind me. There was no answer. Frowning, I kick my muddy, rain soaked shoes off and pad around the house. I knew my mom was going to kill me later for walking around the house in my wet clothes leaving trails along the wooden floor, but in my defense, if she would've answered me, this wouldn't happen.

"Ma?" I ask, peering into the kitchen. Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, the counters were a mess and things were sprawled out everywhere. I frown. Something wasn't right. Ma was a neat freak and yet the kitchen was a mess.

A chill runs down my back and I spin around. There was nobody behind me. The dreaded feeling I was hoping to escape started to swell up within me. I turn back around and made my way towards the hall slowly, grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter on my way by.

"M-ma? Pa?" I call up the stairs, my voice cracking a little. There was no response.

Gripping the knife even tighter, I make my way slowly upstairs. Every time the stairs made a terrible squeaking sound, I froze, glancing over my shoulder to only realize that there was no one there.

Once I got to the top of the stairs,  I heard something tip over onto the wooden floor and shatter. I spin around and notice down to the far right, my parents door was ajar and nearly hanging off of its hinges as if someone forced it open.

I made my way to it carefully, making sure that with each footstep that the floor boards wouldn't creak. Or so I thought.

When I was near my parents door, the floor boards decided that they wanted to protest against me walking on them and made a screeeek sound. I froze, hearing a low growl emitting from my parents room. Not wanting to find out what it was, I started to back up slowly. The snapping and snarling started to sound closer.

"H-" a hand swipes over my mouth. I panic, turning the knife around and stabbing the person behind me. They let out a shriek and let go of me.

I take off down the stairs not looking back.

"Aw you son of a bitch!" A inhuman voice snarls. "You'll pay for that one!"

My heart pounded in my throat as I turn around the corner, flying through the kitchen with footsteps thundering right behind me. I throw the knife backwards, hearing a satisfying grunt as I swing the door open and nearly ran into the last person I expected to be standing by my front door.