It was dark, and I was looking for my brother, I thought to check the second house we owned across the lot, it was old and wooden, I thought I heard a slimy squishy sound, so I took out my 44. Magnum, and leaned up against the wall. My mind knew that something was wrong, something, but my mind never could realize the monstrosity of the problem, I heard a crashing sound to my right, on the other side of the building. I had to know what this was, so I creeped silently over to the other side of the house, to see this horrific sight. It had broken down the side of the house, and it was long, at least 40 feet long, and it looked as if it had been burned and had all of its skin peeled off. It looked as if there was boils and hair on it, it was a dark grey, with a tinge of crimson red. I started to freak out, and run in the opposite direction, when out of a window, another large, tentacle like stream of blood and guts blew out the window. I dropped my magnum through loss in muscle control. The large stream of blood and guts had eyes, and a mouth, it came towards me, wrapped itself around me, and pulled me into the house. The inside of the house used to be a beautiful house, with a large foyer. It was now filled with blood everywhere, and guts, always guts, there was a gigantic thing. It looked as it had morphed into a large frog like, but also like a Venus Fly Trap, its teeth were the size of machetes' and probably sharper, it looked as if it mouth went on forever. My brother was standing infront of it, and for some reason looked completely oblivious, I yelled his name, but he never seemed to hear me. Then, from what appeared to come out of the wall, came another of those large tentacles, but this time, it had large blades on it, it cut of my brothers leg. He then started to scream, realizing he had been mangled. In terror I had screamed, and tried to reach for him, saving him from what happened next. A large whip'-like tongue had come out of the beast's mouth, wrapping up my brother, pulling him into his mouth. I watched, as this beast Devoured my brother, I saw everything, I saw him die, I saw him get eaten by this large beast, I saw this beast crush his torso, and dig his teeth into him..The last i heard and saw of my brother, was his screams from his bloody face, before his brain was pierced by those teeth. I woke up next to the house, lying down, covered in blood. I heard the siren of police in the background. I lay there, in shock as to what had happened. The police arrived, and I was carried away. I sat there, being questioned by a large police officer, I think his name was Clarence. I had no idea what had happened. Then, images flashed in my head. My brother was brutally murdered by a large thing. I thought of this thing as an alien from another planet, or maybe a demon. I told Clarence this. He gave me the oddest look I have ever recieved. Bang! The Judge's gavel hammered down. I had been convicted to an insane asylum, I had no idea to what just happened. I was being transported to an airport to fly me away somewhere. I had to get out of this. But how? I hit the driver as hard as I could, kicked him out of the car, while taking his Glock. I now had a gun and a car, my wife was at the airport, I had to get to the airport, and get my wife without being seen. I got to the airport, and I tried to get past security. Did not work, I shot at one, then the other, both are now dead, I took their ammunition and moved on, quickly. Thank God I knew where my wife was, I found her in less than ten minutes. She had no idea to what was happening, I told her we had to go, and now. We ran upstairs to the parking lot on the upper level. What the hell were we going to do. I had shot 3 more security guards since I had picked my wife up. I gave her a weapon to protect herself. We finally found a car that was unlocked. We heard sirens, and saw a few police cars enter through the only exit. We were caught, no escape. Wait... I had pressed the pedal down as hard as it would go, and told my wife to hold on. The Buick crashed through the barrier. We were airborn, flying down 3 stories of nothing. We were sure of death, but something broke our fall. We had no idea what, but we kept going. We sped along the roads, dodging traffic, and outrunning the police. We had found a bank, I stopped the car, and we ran in. We seemed innocent at first, until we jumped over the till, and pulled out our guns, the bankers had no option but to allow this. We knew they had weapons underneath the tills. The crowd screamed in both joy and fear, fear because they were scared of death, and joy, because some of them believed in my story of the aliens. We had supporters. But that won't help now. I realized where they kept there weapons, and I took one. The gun was a german made weapon, possibly a Luger I said to myself, but this gun was silver. I did not care. It got the job done. I looked outside, there were police cars everywhere, but only one was after us. I realized who was in it. Clarence, once again, and his partner, I took the gun, and started to shoot at them. I saw blood spatter everywhere as I shot them both in the head. I was a talented marksman, and believed I could shoot anything. I ran outside, fearing what would happen next. But I needed to get out of here. I got into an alley, it was bright. I had a luger in one hand, a glock in the other, I saw Clarence and his partner come up to me. No, they were dead, I shot them. I pulled up my arms, and pulled the trigger over and over again for both guns, the luger had ran out of ammunition, I threw it away, knowing I had no ammo for it. I kept shooting at them with my glock, but I kept missing. How? How did they not die? I thought I had gotten away with it. Clarence pulled out a gun, I was staring down the barrel of my own 44. Magnum. How could this be? How cou...everything faded, and I was dead.                            
                          Wow..Weird dreams I have these days