Nightmare

She stumbled backwards, grabbing her phone out of her beat-up old backpack.
She flipped it open, letting the dim light flood out, illuminating the mangled remains of her father. His arms and legs were torn off, and something scuttled in the shadows. Bile rose in her throat, and she felt sick.
And then something walked out of the shadows.
It was a shadow, dark and eerie.
It seemed to be in the shape of a man.
It opened a mouth, showing rows of sharp teeth, and bit her. She yelled, and then there was someone there- someone whose hair glowed with white light. She fought against the thing as Pris collapsed.
The last thing she remembered was the person picking her up, and whispering that she would be all right. She smiled sleepily, and her eyes closed.