(1st person)

As I approached the abandoned house, I saw something not too far away in front of me. As I walked closer, I could see more of it. It looked like. . . me. But that couldn't be possible. Right? I was so wrong. Me, or "It", had huge eyes with an absolutely insane look in them as they stared right into mine. It had its mouth open with an eerie smile, its teeth were as straight as a line, and its mouth gaped open in an inhuman way, a way no human could ever do. I walked closer to it, now on edge. As I soon approached it, I tried walking around it. It grabbed me and pushed me to the ground. As it looms over me it suddenly crouches down to my level. It moves its face to my ear. Im terrified, shaking, having cold sweats. It talks to me. It says in a distorted voice, almost like an old radio, it says "There can only be one." It lunges at me. And takes a bite from my shoulder. I scream in pain. The last thing  saw was IT eating the flesh it took from me, it laughs at me. Then all goes black.