It was midnight. I was looking out my window in my room. I gazed longingly at the party going on at the house across the street. I can't believe they weren't caught yet. I finally decided what I should do. I grabbed my phone and silently crept out the door careful not to wake my parents. I raced across the street towards my destination. I froze. Should I really be doing this? I started to panic, what should I do? Out of sheer stupidity I turned around and raced across the street again making it to the other side just in time to see a white Van driving past. Suddenly, the back doors of the Van flung open, and a shadowy figure threw a bucket of gasoline on the ground and lit a match, also throwing it into the gasoline. At once, a huge flame burst and lit up the sky. Oh no, I tried to run but my body was solid as a rock. I couldn't move. I heard moans coming from all directions. Then my body broke free from its prison and I ran as fast as I could to my door. A loud squeak sounded below me. I looked down and saw my dog's squeaky toy. Poor Reuben, I thought. Suddenly the moaning returned, louder this time. I turned around and saw them everywhere. Limping, broken figures came racing toward me. Zombies!  I zoomed through my door just in time before they grabbed me. But I wasn't safe yet. The zombie forcefully pushed the door open and stared at me through blank, hollow eyes. Then I woke up.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Now you see what I mean when I say my friends thought these were good. I did tweak it a little because dreams don't always make perfect sense, but some do. I will always tell you if I tweaked my story or not. Bye!!!