Oh, and by the way, here's my award-winning scary story

DREAMLAND

All was still, all was quiet. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the house, a clock chimed midnight. Allen lay in his bed, unable to sleep. The clock stopped chiming, and once again, all was silence. A single splinter of moonlight jabbed through the curtains.

The splinter of moonlight slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, a mass of fur and claws and teeth and tail and muscle and scars threw itself through the window. The creature hurled itself at Allen, ripping through his sheets, through his pajamas, through his skin and bones. Pain worse than anything he had imagined could exist coursed through Allen. He saw teeth glimmering, eyes glowing, smelled the foul stench of flesh incubated in a stomach…he screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed. He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, heart beating a mile a minute. He looked around.

All was still, all was quiet. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the house, a clock struck midnight. It was a dream, he thought, only a dream. Allen looked by the window, now intact. The splinter of moonlight was there.

It began disappearing.

Allen’s breath caught.

A creature ripped through the window, snarling and growling, ripped through him again, hungrily going for the throat. A flickering tongue filled his field of vision.

Allen screamed again, waking up, frantically surveying the room.

All was still, all was quiet. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the house, a clock chimed midnight. A single splinter of moonlight jabbed through the curtains.

It began to disappear…