Randomness that will make sense later on.

I was on an old fashioned motorcycle, an american harley, probably, and it was in the dead of night. Even with my headlight, it was still hard to see. Then, hazily, buildings began to appear. I realized as I got closer, that it was a school, and I was riding through the playground. I slowed down to a cruising speed, and stared through the windows of the old school as I passed by. The inside of the school was dark, pitch black.

Something white flashed.

I looked closer, but it must have been just the light on the glass. Strangely, the electric lights outside were lit by blue flames.

The white flashed again, deep in a classroom.
Something was in there, and I knew it.

Then the white came again, only this time it came. Parts of it was obscured from time to time, but it followed me, gliding through the classroom walls.

My right hand came down and rested on the hilt of a gun, lying in a cradle on the side of the bike.

I pulled it out, and released the safety.

Taking a closer look at the gun, I saw that it was pure black. the barrel was long and rectangular, but there was a seven shot cylinder above the hilt, and a catch that could release pistol cartridges.

I looked around for my bow, but it was nowhere to be seen.

As I resumed looking forward, I saw a golden glint not too far away.
That’s when a pale, transparent white tentacle burst out of the ground and stabbed the bike. I had just jumped off in time, and the bike was flung up in the air, and exploded.

“What the he-” I cried, flipping out a semi-automatic pistol from under my jacket. I began running, as hard as I could, scared out of my mind. I looked to my right, at the school, and saw a pale white.. FACE, gliding along with me. It emerged from the walls of the school, and I saw a girl, about 11 years old, her skin a deathly white pallor, black hair billowing out around her head. She wore.. Something like a tablecloth, which spun around her body, showing only her head.
But those eyes.. They were pure black, and not just the pupils. Not a speck of white was to be seen. Whatever the h*** this thing was, it sure wasn’t human or any variation of human.

I screamed, not a high pitched girl shriek, or a cry of pain, but a deep, guttural, primal scream that only emerges from deep in our minds, saved for when we encounter something that we won’t get out alive of.

The scream echoed around the hollow black area, as the girl gave me a malicious smile, black eyes glinting, and opened her mouth, and a low, deep, roar emanated from her unnaturally red mouth.

It was the roar of millions of souls, straight from the depths of purgatory.

I raised my guns, and began firing.

The explosive .55 fraggers from the Auto-Rev and the freezing .40 semi-auto bullets hit with deadly accuracy.

Her head was blown apart, frozen, and blown apart yet again. Blood and brains and chunks of ice flew around me, as I emptied cartridges, slammed new ones inside, and shot yet again

I stopped, when all that was left was a hunk of dead meat and gore, floating in air.
But I couldn’t really call it DEAD meat, since whatever the h*** it was, I was sure it couldn’t die.

The roar came again, as the girl’s figure shimmered, grew hazy, then re-emerged, good as new.

Once again, the caveman scream belted out of my lips, as I raised my guns.

The girl opened her mouth. It grew in size, and lunged forward with unnatural speed. It clamped over my face, and I could see, hear, or breathe no more. I felt my soul slipping out past my lips, which were turning blue. My body convulsed one last time, and lay still, forevermore.

I saw my own body, falling down, down, down into a dark abyss.

My cold black eyes showed no emotion, and a malicious grin spread across my pale, white skin.

I woke up, gasping, drenched in sweat.

My eyes were wide with fright, staring at the ceiling.

I could have sworn, I saw something pale, and whisps of wispy black hair retreat into a corner