bloody nails

"Tara...Don't come out..." It was Dad's voice. I got really nervous. He sounded hurt, like he had maybe broken something. It was then that I noticed the thin trails of blood leaking in from under the door. Streaks ran along the lines between tiles, pooling up and overflowing. I heard something heavy hit the door, and the sound of something sliding down it.

   Daddy?"  I asked nervously.  I got out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around myself.  I put my ear to the door, and heard what sounded like chewing...  Suddenly, a loud thud hit the door.  I backed up, shivering.  Thud.  Thud.  Thud.  It sounded like something was groaning out there...  Thud.   Thud.   Thud.  I noticed that there were nails sticking through the door.  Small trickles of blood dripped from the nail holes, running down the panels.  I heard more movement outside.  It sounded like people were walking around out there, chewing on something and just groaning...

   I looked around the bathroom.  I pulled my panties on and through on one of my dad's sleeping shirts.  It was a big "man's" shirt, you know, the kind with the pocket, a hole near the collar, and a few spots of paint on it.  The only weapon I could find was a curling iron.  I grabbed my straight razor in one hand, the curling iron in the other, and approached the door.

   I peaked through the keyhole.  There were people, bloody people, shuffling around out there.  It looked like a bus had turned over, and they all came in our house.  Then, I heard a tearing sound.  One of them reared up, right in front of me.  He had what looked like a bloody cheek with three day stubble on it clenched in his teeth.  His eyes were empty, lifeless grayish blue, and a huge hole was in his neck.  I screamed, and skittered backwards to the far corner of the bathroom.  I cried for a long time as they kept pounding on the door...