I was little. Only my mom and dad lived in the house. I fell asleep but I woke up to scratching on my window. I screamed for my parents. They burst into my bedroom door and grabbed me out of bed. My dad held me and ran. They ran me out to the car and we all sat in the back seat...waiting. I saw it run out of our house. It was gray and black. it had a cloth on that was ripped, showing it's ribs and flesh that gushed blood. It looked like death in a live version. It had long finger nails filed into points. It didn't walk but it ran. While it ran, it sometimes was on all fours. Boney. Gray. Plain white eyes (no pupils and no color). It disappeared from my vision. I heard a tapping on the window on top of the car. The sunroof cracked more and more.... then the glass shattered. It's hand reached in and the creature screamed. The sound was high pitch but almost zombie like with a touch of growl and nasal sound to it. The car shook and there was blood splattered on the window.
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