Farm House - Short Horror Story 1

Warning: this is a horror story, if you do not like horror stories or anything related please don't read the story below. Viewer digression advised.
Disclaimer: This story is based on a horror story my Nona (grandma) told me as a kid.
 
Story::

It was a hot summer evening during one summer day, I was an only child at the time and my mother was pregnant, and that was extremely obvious. Anyways I was left home alone while my mother and father left to go to the store, which wasn't a short distance. I lived in a nice countryside with my parents, so nothing really ever happened that was illegal, besides occasional drug house busts (yes, that stuff does actually happen.). I was inside my farm house, sitting on my couch waiting for my parents to come back home.

I sat on the couch for about fifteen minutes, and by that time it was pretty dark. Since my street didn't have any street lights outside, so you had to rely on your vehicle headlights. I stay inside, with my dog who was a German Shepard. My dog was rather really protective of my family so he tends to growl at any little sound outside or some sort of creak that comes from the house.

I eventually went to my room to go to bed, I brushed my teeth and did my nightly ritual and crawled into my bed. I did bother covering up since it was rather hot outside. My dog, Usagi (don't judge me I came up with that name for one of my dogs!) followed me into my bedroom. He laid down by the side of my bed. Not long after laying down in my bed, I fell asleep.

I slept for about three hours, and my parents haven't returned from the city with whatever they were going out there for. Suddenly there is the sound of a car pulling into my gravel driveway. The car stopped and the breaks squealed at a rather high pitch. That wasn't my dad's pickup truck, I knew his truck never made that sound. So did my parents send someone to check up on me? I reluctantly got out of my bed and peered out the window, the vehicle in my driveway wasn't familiar. So that couldn't be any of my neighbors that were at least four miles away from where I lived. I see someone emerge from the car, it was a rather pudgy man. I wanted to open my window and asked if they needed help or something. At this point Usagi was growling, rather viciously. I didn't open the window. And Usagi ran downstairs I quietly follow him. He was in a defensive pose at this moment, he was growling at the door. 

Suddenly there was a tapping noise on one of the window in the living room. I knew I couldn't go out there, I'm so petite and this person would be able to over power me without any effort. The tapping continued for a few good solid minutes. It eventually stopped, at this point I was close to Usagi for protection in case this guy managed to get inside. After what seemed like hours a scrapping sound begins to occur. It sounded like a metal tool scrapping against the windows. I cringed at the sound. I stayed as silent as I could and Usagi began snarling. I eventually conjoured enough courage and start yelling.

"Whoever you are leave before I call the police and make my dog go out after you!" I yelled, my voice trembling.

The scrapping noise continued, I eventually let go of Usagi and let him outside. I closed the door not wanting to see the person. There were screams of pain followed by my dog barking. As this happened I grabbed the landline and quickly dialed 911, I quickly and shakily explained to the best of my ability, the operator said they'll send down a police officer. Once they hung up I kept the phone close to me. After a while all of the screaming went silent, it was way too quiet.

 I wish I can say I called my parents at this point, but nobody in my town owned cellphones. I eventually got up assuming Usagi chased the man away into the field. I slowly made my way to the door, as sirens can be heard in the distance. I stand outside by my door. Usagi comes running out from the field to make sure I was safe. I was shaking a bit from all the sounds, the car was still sitting in the driveway, its lights were off. Was this some sort of prank? Even if it was, why would someone come all the way down to the country to do this? But what is their intentions were to harm me.

The police eventually arrived and caught the man, they arrested him. They ran his plate number and saw that the car he was driving was stolen, and what was in the trunk made this even more disturbing. You probably know that is was a dead person. So was this guy looking for more victims? I don't know, but I hope that he get was he deserves now that he's in prison.