Killer Squirrels

It was a dark night, the branches of the acorn tree outside blotted out most of the light from the moon. The only sound in the room was the dry, shallow breathing of the small boy huddled in the corner. Fear gripped his heart whenever he heard a soft, scrapping sound outside his room.
He knew the soft pattering sound of feet all too well. It was a night similar to the one now when he had his encounter.
It had started out as a beautiful day; he was playing in the park without a care in the world. James had decided to seek shelter from the warm sun under the tree branches. He was lying on the ground staring up into the branches when he noticed movement above. With a shout of glee, he quickly climbed up the tree and settled down on the lowest branch.
A small, brown squirrel stared back at James with wonder in its cute little eyes. James held out his hand towards the fuzzy creature. As the squirrel hoped along the branch towards the outstretched hand, ominous music started to play. James quickly turned towards the source of the music. A teenager walking past with a stereo on his shoulder stared back at James with a big grin on his face.
Ignoring the music the squirrel raced up James’s arm and sat down on his shoulder. It looked like nothing could spoil this day.
The memories of that day flooded back to him. Visions of horror filled his mind.
“So much blood”, he whispered to himself.
A few hours after getting a new squirrel companion, James was sitting on his bed playing with his new friend. It was only at that point that he realised he hadn’t seen his dog all afternoon and even more strangely was the new collar that the squirrel was wearing. It looked a lot like the one that his dog wore. James just shrugged this off as coincidence and kept on enjoying himself.
Eventually night fell and James climbed into bed. He was awoken at midnight by a movement on his bed. He switched on his bedside light and saw the squirrel sitting on his stomach. He was just about to switch the light off again when he noticed an evil glint in its cute, brown eyes.
“Don’t be afraid”, squeaked the squirrel.
James started at the squirrel with horror as it slowly made its way towards him.
“All I want is your nuts”