November Writings: A Story in Five Sentences (take two)

She jumped with fear at the sudden horrifying crash at the door, glass shattering everywhere, the grunts of someone, something breaking in. Her own screams filled her ears, as she dashed to the back of the small apartment, as far away as she could go from this noise, this terror. Everything around her moved in a strange slow motion, sounds were hollow, and she recognized this feeling, a nightmare that felt all too real. She ran to the bedroom, certain this would be the familiar bad dream she kept having; she would find herself there, sleeping, just as before, and she would again startle awake from this horrible nightmare. As she reached the doorway, the footsteps, the heavy breathing grew closer, and she saw that her bed was empty.